This time, Tang Lan brought only three hundred people.
Among them were eight Soul Saints, accounting for one-third of the Tang Sect's strongest members.
Had they not witnessed Tang Lan's earlier display, everyone would have thought it extremely arrogant to bring such a force.
After all, the Rizhao Sect had more than five hundred disciples in total.
A surprise attack required enough people to seize control of multiple points in an instant. Only then could victory be secured in the shortest time possible.
But one sentence from Tang Lan made everyone's expressions turn strange, forcing them to swallow their thoughts.
Tang Lan had said, "Three hundred people should be more than enough to handle the aftermath and manage over five hundred prisoners!"
Night fell.
The entire southern district of Tang City was brightly lit, with large Soul Tools and torches illuminating every corner.
The facts proved that the beginning of a war was a contest of resources and consumption.
Even each activation of a Soul Tool consumed an enormous amount of resources.
According to reports on Tang City's various supplies, even the Soul Tools used for lighting had been more than half destroyed by the enemy's Fire Rain Cannons.
The most useful option was still the most primitive one: torchlight, which could temporarily make up for the shortage of resources within the city.
Tang Lan looked at the three hundred people lined up neatly before him and nodded in satisfaction.
At the very front stood Lingling, Tang Ya, Jiang Nannan, Ning Tian, and Wu Feng. In addition, four others had once been Lone Soul Masters, most of whom had voluntarily joined the Tang Sect a month ago.
Behind them stood thirty Six-Ring Soul Emperors and sixty-five Five-Ring Soul Kings.
Without exception, all the rest were Tang Sect disciples with Soul