"Understood! I'll arrange for the most reliable brothers to cooperate with the Tang Sect experts at once!"
Chen Jue clasped his fists and turned to make the arrangements.
"Wait."
Tang Lan called him back and added,
"Once the devices have been planted, immediately set up clear markers around the relevant areas to warn our follow-up troops to detour or proceed carefully. This thing cannot distinguish friend from foe, so be extremely cautious.
"Also, immediately construct simple defensive fortifications in the occupied area by the western city gate and prepare for a counterattack. The Empire's Soul Master Corps must coordinate with the Tang Sect Soul Masters to firmly control the captured sections of the wall and provide fire support."
"Yes, Chancellor!"
Chen Jue accepted the order and hurried away.
Tang Lan's gaze returned to Dongyang City, where battle cries shook the heavens and firelight intertwined with Soul Power radiance. To the east, an army of a hundred thousand was still launching a fierce feint, drawing the greatest share of the city's attention and forces.
To the west, the city gate had been breached, the dagger thrust in, with the venomous barb now being laid in place. The southern and northern gates were also under constant pressure.
The clamor and chaos of the entire battlefield seemed to offer the perfect cover. Tang Lan withdrew his gaze and gave the people beside him a slight nod. The next moment, he, Tang Ya, Wang Qiuer, Ma Xiaotao, Yan Shaozhe, and Xian Lin'er—
Along with two other Soul Douluo-level instructors from Shrek Academy who specialized in stealth and assassination, making eight in total—their figures flickered simultaneously. Like flowing water merging into the shadows, they silently departed the earthen slope from which they had been observing.
They had long since changed into specially made black nightwear.