Because the people below already numbered over four hundred thousand. Half of them had first-tier cultivation, while the other half had reached the eighth or ninth stage. Their strength had completely surpassed White Leaf City's forces.
Thinking of this, Bai Rusheng had no choice but to issue an emergency city-defense mission and recruit a large number of players. With White Leaf City's own strength alone, they might not be able to hold the city. This time, they were truly in danger.
Suddenly!
The sea of people below came to a halt instead of launching a direct attack. This surprised Bai Rusheng. White Leaf City had not yet reacted, so this was the best possible time to strike—yet the other side had stopped.
Then, the crowd parted, revealing over twenty people mounted on black warhorses. Bai Rusheng's pupils contracted at the sight of them, and shock filled his heart, because he discovered that eight of them were actually City Lords.
Five were at the level of system main cities, while the other three were at the level of small cities. Since Zhao Fu and the others had not concealed their auras, Bai Rusheng recognized them at a glance. This was precisely the effect Zhao Fu wanted.
"City Lord Bai! May I discuss something with you?" Zhao Fu called up to Bai Rusheng on the city wall with a faint smile.
Bai Rusheng was somewhat nervous as well. No matter how formidable he was, he could not defeat eight City Lords. This was a battle he would absolutely lose.
Hearing Zhao Fu's words, Bai Rusheng thought that perhaps there was still room for a turnaround. It would be best if they could avoid a battle, so he relaxed slightly and asked, "What is it?"
Zhao Fu neither concealed his identity nor his