Outside Great Li City, a vast, sprawling military camp surrounded the city, stretching for who knew how many miles.
In a tent at the rear of the army, Su Jie sat with his legs crossed, drinking tea.
People constantly came and went through the tent, reporting on their work.
"Sect Master, the thirty thousand troops led by Zuo Min were wiped out at Ding'an City. There are no other living forces left around Great Li City. Tens of thousands of cultivators are standing ready for battle and can launch an attack at any time."
"The western army has also closed in and surrounded the city. It has never lost a battle wherever it went. The Great Li Dynasty's rebel forces have collapsed one after another, and countless of them have surrendered."
"The eastern army has also arrived beneath Great Li City under Lord Han's command. They are now sharpening their weapons and feeding their horses, their morale soaring."
"There has been no movement from Great Li City, and we have found no trace of the Great Li Imperial Family. They seem to have no intention of fleeing north."
One report after another from the front lines was transmitted here by radio, then relayed to Su Jie by Zhang Junwei, Old Daoist Qiu, and Tang Peiqing, the three armies' commanders in name. The enormous sand table in the middle of the room was constantly being adjusted.
From the overall situation, the Great Li Dynasty was already besieged on all sides. More than three-quarters of its territory had fallen into the hands of Ghost Ridge Palace. Only the north and Great Li City remained beyond Ghost Ridge Palace's control.
Now the three armies of Ghost Ridge Palace had gathered beneath Great Li City, surrounding it so tightly that not even air could