Wenren Sheng watched Mei Guangzhan draw the prayer ritual and put himself in his shoes. If it were him, would he have had a way to break out of this situation?
No. Before making a move, he would have ensured victory. Otherwise, he would not have acted.
He would have used every means available to probe Sophia Castle first and thoroughly uncover the other side's capabilities, rather than storming their doorstep so aggressively and ending up in this irreversible situation.
That was what it meant to win before seeking battle.
Mei Guangzhan was still a little too young.
Potential was not strength, after all.
Still, it was good that he could promptly admit defeat and ask for guidance.
As long as one had the mental fortitude to bear failure, there would be a chance to make a comeback.
Before long, he heard Mei Guangzhan's plea: "After a desperate battle, I inflicted heavy losses on the enemy army. Unfortunately, my ammunition and supplies have run out, and I have no choice but to request tactical guidance. I eagerly await your prompt approval."
His voice was deeply sincere and emotional, with a weighty hint of exhaustion—naturally. Running for his life was tiring.
If Wenren Sheng had not been watching him all along, he might actually have believed half of it.
In truth, the enemy had not suffered so much as a scratch.
Meanwhile, Mei Guangzhan's men were either dead or scattered, serving as a nice bundle of experience points.
The aid he could receive through prayer was divided into three levels. The first was Zhao Han taking action, the second was Little Illusion, and the third was, naturally, Wenren Sheng acting personally.
"Head east. There is a way to save you on the East Side." Sure enough, Zhao Han's voice rang out