Iron Cannon's voice made Li Zhengyang and the others' tiger bodies tremble, and they stared at him in shock.
Strictly speaking, they were staring at the light in Iron Cannon's eyes—that light wasn't just trust, even more it was worship and awe!
Su Han… was exactly that kind of person, worthy of one hundred percent trust and one hundred percent worship.
Li Zhengyang felt that in all his long years, he had never been this fired up before, even though it was just from hearing one sentence from Iron Cannon.
But the moment he heard the name Su Han, his feelings instantly became exactly the same as Iron Cannon and the others!
What a terrifying kind of ability this was.
Su Han… this name seemed to carry a kind of magic, a name that never made people doubt.
Li Zhengyang lifted his head to look at the Evil-Suppressing Tower, his emotions surging; even he himself, at this moment, didn't know how to describe what he was feeling.
