Outside Spirit City, three hundred thousand armored elites of the Ling Tian Empire stood in formation like black clouds bearing down on the border, their banners blotting out the sun.
Seven days had passed since they pitched camp. Their banners snapped in the wind, yet the drums for the siege had never sounded.
Before the central command tent, Dugu Bo rested his hand on the sword at his waist. Gazing at the majestic ancient city shrouded in a milky-white barrier in the distance, he could not help murmuring:
"Your Majesty, our army has now encircled Spirit City so tightly that not even water could escape. Its supply routes have been severed, and panic fills the city.
Why have you still not ordered an all-out assault?
With the abilities of the Snow Empress and Ice Empress, combined with my Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor venom, we could utterly flatten the outer city's defenses in three days at most."
Han Yu stood atop the raised platform with his hands behind his back. His black-and-gold dragon robe stirred in the fierce wind, his expression as cold and stern as ten-thousand-year profound ice.
"There is no need for impatience, Elder Dugu."
Han Yu spoke calmly.
"Spirit City has stood on this continent for tens of thousands of years. Its foundations are beyond those of any ordinary fortress.
That protective barrier is the Angel God Sacred Array. It draws upon the lingering divine consciousness of generations of Titled Douluos within Douluo Hall.
If we stormed it, we would lose at least thirty percent of our elite troops. The gains would not justify the losses."
Beside him, Bone Douluo Gu Rong gave a chilling laugh.
"Old Monster Dugu, you're still too impatient.
Yu'er has surrounded them without attacking because he intends to break their hearts.
Those remaining