What the Invaders Could Do, So Could We!

The battle for Yun Tian Pass had dragged on for half a year.

For six months, spiritual power had pounded the pass day and night, leveling the mountains beyond it and leaving the earth scarred.

Yet Yun Tian Pass still stood tall, unbreakable.

Under the relentless bombardment, the wall's sheen had dimmed slightly, and the Spirit Swallowing Iron seemed to be absorbing spiritual power more slowly. But the wall was plainly nowhere near falling.

That day, in the central command tent, the commanders gathered.

The atmosphere was heavy.

Li Xuantong sat at the head of the tent, his expression calm.

Below him, Yang Province Chief Clerk Fu Yu, Lord Sima Wang Tianming, the prefects of the various commanderies, leaders of the great clans and sects, and representatives of the Demon Lords led by the Fire Winged Tiger Lord stood in two rows.

"Grand Elder!" Fu Yu broke the silence first. He rose and cupped his hands toward Li Xuantong. "Yun Tian Pass shows signs of strain, but it is far from falling. Our Yang Province army has attacked day and night for half a year at enormous cost. The commanderies have used over thirty percent more spirit stones than expected. At this rate, our remaining reserves will last only one more year. Why not halt the attacks and maintain the siege?"

Everyone looked toward Li Xuantong.

Under their gazes, Li Xuantong shook his head. "If we run short of spirit stones, we'll bring more from the rear. The attacks cannot stop for even a day, or everything we've spent so far will have been wasted."

"But if we continue like this, we won't have the strength to advance even if we take Yun Tian Pass."

Fu Yu sighed.

Li Xuantong fell silent.

Just then, a young man with a saber