Ambush

Atop Tian Yuan City's walls.

The biting gale swept over the weathered ancient bricks, howling like a mournful wail.

Outside the city, the allied armies of the Gold, Fire, and Water Clans surged like a raging tide, surrounding Tian Yuan City so tightly that not even water could pass through.

Pillars of light tore across the sky, while magical treasures and spells carrying the aura of destruction crashed down like torrential rain, wave after wave, striking fiercely against the enormous barrier covering the city—the "Nine Heavens Cloud Thunder Seal."

Each impact sent lightning flashing wildly across the barrier's surface. Runes flowed as deep thunderous booms rang out, shaking the city walls and sending fragments of stone tumbling down.

On the city walls, Mo Jianli, a Mahayana stage human cultivator, stood with his hands behind his back in a green robe.

His face was lean, and his gaze was as sharp as lightning. Looking through layers of light toward the overwhelming assault beyond the city, he frowned deeply, his eyes concealing a trace of gravity.

He turned to the white-haired elder beside him, who held an ancient wooden staff, and asked in a low voice, "Master Xiūmù, have we received Elder Zhang Tie's reply?"

Master Xiūmù was likewise gazing at the frightening scene outside the city. The emerald set atop his wooden staff flickered faintly, casting an even deeper worry across his deeply lined face.

"Elder Mo, we received his reply just now. Elder Zhang said he would certainly arrive within ten days!"

"Within ten days..." Mo Jianli repeated softly, and the taut line of his jaw seemed to loosen slightly.

"That is good. With the resources stored in the city and this old man holding the fort, even if the Mahayana old monsters of the three clans can no longer