As the veterans moved into action, Lu Yang on the other side was still launching a frenzied assault against the White-Robed Holy King's defenses.
Of the twelve High God army groups, four had followed Zhuojiu to the enemy's rear, while the remaining eight were attacking this front with all their might.
Unlike the clashes of divine power in the enemy's rear, Lu Yang had personally led his legions in eight charges over the course of this day.
The White-Robed Holy King's side had lost twenty-two God King Tier arrays and suffered more than three hundred thousand casualties. Lu Yang's side had also suffered heavy losses. Although they had higher ranks and greater numbers, they possessed too few secret arts.
Over the course of this day, one hundred thousand soldiers from the Iron Blood Brotherhood's main force had been heavily wounded, while more than ten thousand had died.
After paying such a price, they had advanced only one kilometer, while the High God legions of the Frost Night God King and Young Lord Dark Moon would arrive in as little as three days.
When Zhuojiu's message arrived, Lu Yang was preparing to launch the ninth assault. As for Fang Zhenchuan and the others igniting Divine Combustion, he could no longer express his feelings on this battlefield with words.
No word of thanks or anything else could soothe the pain in his heart. He said, "I'll launch a fierce attack here as well and make sure the enemy can't divide their forces to support them."
Bai Shi thought for a moment and said, "Boss, I want to lead part of our forces in a fierce attack against the enemy's lower defensive zone and draw over several of their main legions."
The Grand Prince looked at the map and nodded. "That's a good