Dark clouds pressed over the city; storm winds gathered.
Peace Prefecture City's gates were tightly shut, and Battle Soldiers stood ready in strict formation atop the walls.
The common people hid in their homes, terrified day and night, praying that the imperial court could hold the city.
Upon the walls, Li Xuancang personally held the line, yet his heart was filled with intense unease.
"Why has the garrison commander not returned? What exactly happened?"
Du Tianhao had yet to return to Peace Prefecture City, leaving Li Xuancang without confidence.
Without Du Tianhao holding the fort, who could stand against the enemy army's Profound Connection Realm experts?
"Boom, rumble..."
There was no longer any time for Li Xuancang to worry. The Cloud Prefecture army arrived with overwhelming momentum, swallowing mountains and rivers in its advance.
"They're here."
"With so many enemy troops, how can we possibly contend with them?"
"We can't stop them. We're finished."
"..."
Looking at the vast black mass of enemy troops below the walls, stretching beyond sight, the city defenders' morale collapsed and their fighting spirit plummeted.
Whether in troop numbers or military experts, Peace Prefecture City was utterly crushed. There was not the slightest trace of hope.
With the army at their gates, Han Tianlong did not pause for a moment. He waved his hand.
"Attack."
At his command, the army formed up and surged toward the city walls like a tidal wave.
"The enemy is attacking! Prepare to engage!"
The defenders shouted in panic, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
"Kill!"
The Cloud Prefecture army's momentum soared like a rainbow as they accelerated their charge.
"Loose the arrows! Loose them now!"
"Stop them!"
"Don't let them get near the walls!"
"..."
A rain of arrows, rolling stones, battering logs... all manner of things poured down from the