On the sand table, the little flags representing the Zhao Kingdom's reinforcements were planted thickly in the direction of Black Wind Valley, giving off a powerful sense of pressure.
"Martial Uncle's words are absolutely right."
Li Yunjing walked up to the sand table and swept his gaze over the state of both armies. "After Sword Lord Golden Brilliance's defeat last time, he probably won't dare attack the city directly. He should be planning to wage a war of attrition with us."
"I think so too."
True Lord Red Sun gave a cold snort. "Last time, he got lucky and escaped with his life. This time, he must be made to come and never return!"
He paused, then looked toward Li Yunjing. "That 'generous gift' you mentioned before, Martial Nephew—has it been prepared?"
"Martial Uncle, please look."
"According to repeated surveys by our people, combined with old records in the city, fifty li west of the city there is an ancient battlefield site called Luohun Slope."
Li Yunjing smiled faintly, his fingertip landing on an area west of Iron Wall City on the sand table. "The terrain there is peculiar. The underground Yin baleful qi is extremely heavy, and remnants of a natural maze array remain there, causing very strong interference with divine sense probes."
"And when the Zhao Kingdom's reinforcements come from Black Wind Valley, the fastest and safest marching route must pass by the edge of Luohun Slope."
His finger traced toward another point. "They are eager to show the strength of their forces, so they absolutely won't take a long detour."
True Lord Red Sun's eyes lit up. "You mean..."
"We can set an ambush at Luohun Slope in advance."
"I will lead the senior brothers of the Divine Firmament Dao Sect, along with experts from the Wang