Although in his thoughts, the Great Marshall had forgotten that he, too, was below the Holy Level, he was the one who controlled the Saints among the Saints.
The Great Marshall observed through his binoculars, noticing many beasts advancing. His gaze quickly landed on the white-haired youth at the forefront. Surrounding and behind him were numerous Saints, and a sour taste lingered in his mouth.
This young man was undoubtedly the one Li Meilin had told them about in his younger days—the one who allowed Li Meilin to return and warned them of the impending arrival of the beast tribe. Gazing at this striking young man, a frown appeared on the Great Marshall's face, for he didn't know what to do. This was indeed a great help to them. Without the warning, this nation would have been shrouded in corpses, the blood flowing endlessly, and they surely would have faced defeat.
