He picked up the formation base and felt the precise yet cold Soul Tool structure within it. It was hard to imagine that when combined, these things could produce such a heaven-defying effect.
"Commander, all brothers are in position. All 386 formation bases... have been confirmed in place and operating normally."
The last Soul Saint adjutant responsible for compiling the reports raised his head, his voice carrying a trace of exhaustion and tension.
Du Yang drew a deep breath of the cold air reeking of gunsmoke and blood, his gaze turning toward the firelight and cries of battle faintly filtering in from beyond the alley.
He spoke in a low voice.
"Pass the order to every squad: remain concealed and await orders. Without my signal, no one is permitted to reveal themselves, much less join the fighting! Our mission is simply to protect these 'furnaces' and wait... for that so-called 'formation activation signal.'"
"Yes!"
The adjutants answered quietly.
Just then, a specially made Communication Soul Tool in Du Yang's arms gave a slight vibration, delivering a brief encrypted message.
"The feint attacks at the east, south, and north gates have reached their predetermined peak. The enemy's attention at the west side has been successfully diverted. The formation core is in position; awaiting the final moment. —Zhuge Feng"
Du Yang's spirits rose, and he put away the communicator.
He knew the most crucial moment was about to arrive.
He raised his head and looked through the narrow gap above the alley toward the eastern sky, which was gradually brightening yet remained shrouded in gunsmoke, silently calculating the time.
Suddenly!
A blinding crimson firework erupted across the eastern horizon! It shot incredibly high, and its explosion covered an enormous area. Even from such a great distance and through layers of buildings, that