In the blink of an eye, King Xi's army had surrounded Sleeping Foothills for half a year.
But in the present age, because of the Hao Clan's advancing techniques, defensive capabilities everywhere had greatly improved. Thus, any siege or assault upon a stronghold required a long period of time.
Besieging a fortified stronghold for half a year was truly commonplace. Even the common soldiers below voiced no complaints, and there was no need for any rotation yet.
Rather, several small-scale battles had broken out along the borders of King Xi's territory over the past half year, though each had swiftly subsided.
Just as King Xi had said before, no one wished to become the one in his sights. The Council of Elders did not wish it, Lie King did not wish it, and the other powers, large and small, had even less courage for it.
Nor had Sleeping Foothills made no response to King Xi's siege. With Shi Yanxin's cooperation, Yao Zhenjun had launched several sorties, but since both sides had been prepared, neither had suffered any real losses.
At this moment, after another discussion in the main hall, Zhang Yu stood behind the crystalline wall of the corridor, observing the great formation being constructed opposite them. With the cooperation of countless Creation armored soldiers, it had already taken on considerable scale in merely half a year.
Under the observation of his Eye Seal, all the hidden mysteries within the formation lay plainly before his eyes.
The other side's approach was quite ingenious. They were preparing to use a formation against a formation. It was indeed a good method—using a great force to crush a lesser force, a great formation to overcome a small formation. Back in Celestial Xia, he had seen this method employed many times.
Yet having an