Li Jing Becomes a Disposable Pawn

This "Tian Ji horse-racing" strategy was indeed ingenious! Using Li Jing, that stubborn old rascal, to ram into the enemy's hard nail—no matter the outcome, their side would not lose out!

"We understand! We shall obey Hell God's arrangements!"

Everyone answered in unison, with no further objections.

Lin Zhu nodded slightly. His Divine Sense spread out once more, enveloping all of Wind Snow City and the vast battlefield ahead.

Outside Wind Snow City, the scene was already utterly different from yesterday.

Yesterday, it had been a bleak battlefield of scorched earth, ruins, and corpses strewn everywhere. Today, it had become the site where two colossal war beasts, vast enough to make one's heart tremble, faced each other!

On Great Tang's side, crimson banners stretched like a burning sea, forming an immense battle formation before Wind Snow City that extended endlessly beyond sight.

A rough estimate put their numbers at over a million! This was not even the entirety of Great Tang's standing army. At least half had been civilian powerhouses, sect cultivators, and rogue cultivators who had rushed here overnight from all across Southern Jambudvipa after yesterday's proclamation spread.

Half a million reinforcements had arrived in a single night! And that number continued to grow with every passing moment! More cultivators rode Flying Swords and magical treasures, employed Escape Arts and Divine Powers, or traveled atop tamed Spirit Beasts and exotic birds. Like rivers flowing into the sea, they converged upon this mighty border city from every corner of Southern Jambudvipa!

Cultivators who were rarely seen in ordinary times, most of whom lived in seclusion amid mountains, forests, or city streets, had now set aside their quiet cultivation and personal disputes to defend their homes, protect their land, and avenge old wrongs. They formed groups and rushed to the frontier.