The three brothers' eyes were all fixed on Li Chenzhou, who sat at the head of the table, focusing on the Iron Fist that rested on the armrest, waiting for the commands to be issued.
The atmosphere became so tense that even the light inside the hall seemed to freeze.
But the situation outside on the battlefield was even more severe.
Still, no one thought that Li Chenzhou would choose to retreat at this time.
Perhaps others would.
But Li Chenzhou definitely would not.
Because he was Li Chenzhou, he was the kind of person who faced difficulties head-on.
Li Chenzhou had already understood all the situations.
His heart was heavy with sorrow, his expression solemn, and the flames of anger and the calmness of thought formed a polarization in his mind.
