Thunderbolts spread across the sky like silver serpents, and even the Diplomatic Palace trembled from the shockwaves.
The main battlefield had already been relocated once, from nearby to a more spacious square. Yet even from so far away, the rumbling made their hair stand on end and left them nearly shattered with fear.
The attendants without much combat ability, including Sansan, had all been placed in the innermost area. Outside, only the gathered City Defense Guards and the Imperial Guard, who had remained unchanged all along, were left.
As Zhou You reinforced the walls with talismans, he looked outside and exclaimed in amazement.
"Good lord, it's been lightning since broad daylight, hasn't it? And it still hasn't stopped...
"...Are those giants powered by nuclear reactors or something? How can they keep going for so long?"
Uncle Wang hammered nails beside him—at this point, even he could no longer slack off—and rolled his eyes.
"If they could keep it up that long whenever they wanted, the Kuxia Family would've struck Duke Wenton dead long ago. Why would they have been deadlocked for so many years? ...They may not have used that strange item they keep in reserve, but they must be using it as an energy source to sustain this for so long..."
"Then who do you think will win if this keeps up?"
"The Thunderclap Army is indeed formidable, but the Wenton Family has the Black Snake Guard as well—they've all undergone special modifications. Even without the power of lightning, they can hold out for a while through the Shadow Realm... But if you're asking who'll come out on top... I think it'll still be the Wenton Family."
"But isn't the Kuxia Family holding the advantage right now?"
"In terms of military strength, yes. But when it comes to the