In the blink of an eye, several days had passed. Biyuan City, once crowded with troops arrayed as rigidly as a forest, had somehow become deserted, with ruined walls everywhere. The army had already withdrawn, breaking up into smaller units to garrison the surrounding villages.
Whenever Li Chen spotted an opportunity, he struck without hesitation. In just a few days, he ordered over a thousand air sorties, relentlessly bombarding the enemy day and night.
The successive raids consumed incalculable amounts of medicinal soil, but the results were nothing short of spectacular.
During a stretch in late July alone, the Heavenly Dragon Gate's forces suffered hundreds of thousands of casualties among their Kingdom soldiers, along with over a thousand Heavenly Treasure Centipedes, over a thousand two-star puppets, and even Qi Refining cultivators and sect disciples.
Even if the ammunition were priced at its exorbitant market value rather than its actual production cost, Li Chen still came out far ahead, thoroughly crushing the Heavenly Dragon Gate's aggressive momentum.
Centipede Daoist and the others were deeply troubled. They all understood that they could no longer allow the enemy's puppets to wreak havoc like this.
Setting aside how every air raid struck with uncanny precision, as though it had eyes, even bombs tossed randomly onto empty ground would completely disrupt their troop deployments, make the fighting at the front more difficult, and leave everyone from top to bottom demoralized and unwilling to fight.
No fortune, however vast, could withstand such punishment.
"We must shoot those strange puppets down and make Li Chen understand that this is no place for him to do whatever he pleases!"
Centipede Daoist was utterly enraged. He issued one stern order after another, assembling the experts under his command at a temporary shelter in a manor outside the city, where