When Prince Kang heard this, joy first rose in his heart. He thought there might be a turning point.
But when he saw Chen Ze's confident, well-prepared demeanor, a chill crept into his heart.
He did not know what fate awaited him and the people of the Dagan Dynasty.
Nor was he certain that Lin Bingchun had the strength to defeat the man before them.
Just the fact that this man could so easily control a seventh-grade high-level formation—
—and that the other three could fight one against many while still holding the upper hand—made him feel that his earlier belief that Lin Bingchun could win easily was far from certain.
Yet the others from Dagan were filled with anticipation for General Lin Bingchun's arrival.
They firmly believed that this War God, whose fame shook Dagan, would surely turn the tide, utterly destroy Wanze City, and wipe away today's humiliation.
In their eyes, Lin Bingchun was an omnipotent War God. The moment he appeared, his overwhelming pressure alone would make enemies flee at the mere sight of him.
However, Chen Ze remained completely unmoved. He stood quietly atop the city walls, deep confidence shining in his eyes.
Under his control, the Hua Ling Seal Formation glowed ever more brilliantly, trapping the Dagan forces tightly within like turtles in a jar.
Meanwhile, lightning from the Nine Heavens Wind and Thunder Formation continued to pour down like a violent storm, relentlessly bombarding the Dagan experts who were struggling to hold on.
Prince Kang was frantic with anxiety. He knew full well how dire the situation was.
On one hand, he pinned his hopes on Lin Bingchun's reinforcements changing the current situation.
On the other hand, he feared Chen Ze would strike without mercy before the reinforcements arrived.
He secretly prayed for a