West Gate.
Feng Jizu led three hundred men into Ninggu City, heading straight for the inner city.
At the South Gate.
Tao Yuanshan was still facing off against the Mysterious Person.
After entering the city, Gui Mingtang had lost contact. They had originally agreed to fire a Skyrocket Signal every quarter hour, yet there had been no movement whatsoever.
Clearly.
The other side had run into trouble.
So Feng Jizu decisively changed direction and charged toward the inner city.
His objective was the same as Gui Mingtang's.
Take control of the fortress!
As long as he entered the inner city and seized the fortress, with his strength, he could fully leverage the power used to suppress Great Sir. Tiger Lian Mountain's people would be trapped like turtles in a jar!
The way there was smooth, with no obstacles.
Very soon.
One of his subordinates lowered his voice and said:
"Master Feng."
"The inner city gate is just ahead."
Feng Jizu looked up. A hundred paces ahead, a towering city gate stood in the morning mist. The gate was half-open, and an icy, sinister air seeped through the gap.
"Stop."
Feng Jizu raised his hand.
The group immediately halted.
He took the Bronze Mirror from his robes and aimed it at the city gate. Light flowed across the mirror's surface, reflecting the scene beyond the gate. There was a bluestone road, residences lining both sides, and not a soul on the road. No ambushes.
"No problem."
Feng Jizu put away the mirror and waved his hand. "Move."
The three hundred men filed inside.
Feng Jizu walked in the middle of the formation, his eyes warily sweeping the surroundings. His right hand remained clenched around the Bronze Mirror. At the first sign of anything unusual, he could react in an instant.
However.