Countless razor-sharp sword blades suddenly burst forth from Black Pearl Harbor's walls with a bang. When they first emerged, they were the yellowish-orange color of clumps of earth. But in the blink of an eye, as an overwhelmingly powerful wave of magic swept across the dense forest of blades—some seven or eight feet long, others merely two or three inches—they abruptly transformed into translucent crystal.
Wang Zong sucked in a cold breath. Looking at the densely packed blades covering Black Pearl Harbor's walls, he slowly shook his head. "It seems this person is deliberately provoking me? But why?"
Yin Flawless looked at Wang Zong in surprise. "Provoking you? Does he know who you are?"
Wang Zong slowly nodded, his expression turning incomparably grave. "He must know of my ability in commanding battle formations. That is why he refuses to fight me in the field. With five hundred thousand elite Black Spirit warriors under my command, if they were soldiers from the Western Continent, even if they sent several times our numbers, I would still be confident of crushing them completely."
"The enemy knows my capabilities well, so he will not fight me in the field. He has chosen the method of warfare most favorable to himself: a siege defense. And he has turned Black Pearl Harbor into such a terrifying fortress. If I do not attack the city, I lose. If I attack it and the losses are too great..."
A Black Spirit chieftain hurriedly cried out, "Lord Wang Zong, we will not accept excessive losses! These are the finest warriors of our tribes! Every one of these five hundred thousand warriors possesses at least high Earth-rank strength! These are five hundred thousand Earth-rank-and-above warriors painstakingly selected from the alliance of one hundred and eighty tribes along the northern frontier