Night.
The entire Yellow Sand City had erupted into turmoil. More than a dozen soldiers, faces tense with anxiety, ran through the city beating bronze gongs with booming clangs as they shouted.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
The soldiers stationed in the city poured out of the barracks at the sound, rushing toward the walls. The Royal Soul Masters assigned here also sped over.
Zhao Xuan opened his eyes from cultivation and frowned toward the city gates. His divine sense spread out, and he could already sense waves of Soul Power fluctuations there.
He had just risen when a figure hurriedly pushed open his door and said anxiously, "Sir, the city gates are under attack. The lord told you to go take shelter at once."
"Where is your city lord?"
"The city lord has already gone to the walls."
Zhao Xuan's gaze flickered, and his figure vanished from the room in an instant.
The attendant standing at the door stared blankly at the empty room. Still unable to believe it, he rubbed his eyes, then jolted in fright and collapsed onto the floor.
City gates.
More than five hundred Black-clothed Soul Masters climbed the city walls by various means and clashed with the defenders.
Yellow Sand City was a vital border stronghold. Though it was not a large city, it was like a nail driven into Spirit Hall's throat, making its location immensely important.
Yellow Sand City's forces had now reached an all-time high. Including the soldiers and Soul Masters transferred here not long ago, there were a full three thousand soldiers and around two hundred Soul Masters.
Countless soldiers swarmed in and fought the Soul Masters who had climbed onto the walls. Yet these Soul Masters moved like well-trained troops, advancing and retreating in orderly formation with seamless coordination. Relying