King Xi stood within the King's Ark, his staff-whip hooked behind his back as he gazed toward distant Yang Capital.
Yang Capital now looked vastly different from what he remembered. He had been invested and sent away from here at around the age of twenty-two, and in the blink of an eye, more than sixty years had passed. This was his first return since leaving back then.
Yang Capital was extremely difficult to attack. Its defenses were far sturdier than those of Spirit Horn City Domain, and this city domain could not be completely besieged, for Yang Capital possessed two enormous spirit archways that could continuously transfer all manner of needed supplies in from elsewhere.
Even if every territory of the Council of Elders were razed to the ground, the flow of supplies could not be cut off. Leaving aside how arduous it would be to gnaw through those city-domain fortresses one by one, even if that could be accomplished, Lie King's territory could still provide support. Thus, the only option was to rely on strength and launch a direct assault.
What mattered here was a contest between Upper Layer powers. If they could prevail in such a confrontation, the remaining defensive forces would no longer be worth mentioning.
To accomplish this, first, they had to wait for those Upper Layer powers that had originally belonged to the opposing side to join their own camp. Second, they needed to weaken the reinforcement of spiritual power as much as possible—for instance, by destroying the Creation Sunstar above Yang Capital.
Over the next dozen or so days, King Xi's army launched a fierce offensive. Countless Blazing Crystals poured down upon the inside and outside of Yang Capital's city domain each day, gradually stripping away the Outer Layer city domains and fortress clusters,