Zhao Feng nodded.
Abbess Jingxuan raised her head. "Moro Ke, the High Shaman of the Barbarian God Hall, cultivates both shamanic arts and martial arts. His methods are strange and varied, but even someone in the Profound Mastery Realm can only do so much against an army.
"From what I can deduce, he will most likely use some form of beguiling witchcraft to throw your army into chaos. But with me here, you need not worry."
Zhao Feng fell silent for a moment, then stepped back, brought his hands together, and bowed to Jingxuan, more solemnly than before.
"Thank you for lending us your aid, Reverend." His voice was quiet, carrying an undisguised sincerity. After all, the lives of the hundred thousand soldiers under his command were more than enough to warrant such a bow.
"However, I would ask you to explain this beguiling witchcraft in more detail."
Jingxuan nodded. Her gaze settled on Gulda City on the map, and after a moment of silence, she said, "Patron Zhao, Moro Ke, the High Shaman of the Barbarian God Hall, possesses formidable fighting strength, but against an army, he can only cloud minds and sow confusion. If my judgment is correct, when your army attacks tomorrow, he will find a way to use shamanic arts to throw it into chaos, creating an opening for the troops lying in ambush inside and outside the city."
"He and I are old adversaries, so I know something of his methods and have devised a countermeasure."
Jingxuan's gaze was as still as a deep well. "I must not reveal my identity beforehand. If Moro Ke learns that I am here, he will resort to other methods. Only when he commits himself fully to his spell and pours all his power onto the battlefield can I