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Ye Tian did not lose his nerve, nor was he trying to give everyone some sort of surprise. The matter had simply come too suddenly, and he had to stabilize his cultivation realm in time.
Otherwise, facing the enemy with such aptitude, he might very well die at the hands of the opposing army.
Time slipped away second by second. Evening was nearing, and Yan City had even stopped hoping that Ye Tian would come.
"Form ranks!" At those words, everyone returned to their posts. Since no one had left their designated areas, they were able to reach their positions at once.
Their momentum had reached its peak. Both sides stood with swords drawn and bows bent; a great battle was imminent.
As the barrier collapsed with a thunderous crash, Yan City took the initiative and opened its gates to accept the challenge.
"Interesting." Master Han gave a contemptuous smile. He seemed to have expected this scene long ago, and he had brought no shortage of precious materials, most of them specifically meant to counter Yan City's residents.
Yan City, on the other hand, had already exhausted every trick up its sleeve. Their weapons were battered and broken; being able to possess even one slightly special black iron sword was already a stroke of great fortune.
The archers drew their bows full as moons, arrows nocked on strings. A sky-covering rain of arrows flew forth. They had thought the Extreme Cold Army would suffer heavy losses, yet Master Han merely raised a hand and erected a wall of extreme ice, halting the arrows in their tracks.
The Illusion Society immediately chose to use illusions. This was the most crucial part of the plan. The formation had long been laid out, and Master Han had already become its