"That is roughly the situation. I ask the three of you to intervene and break this stalemate."
In the frontline camp, Xiao Yuheng finished receiving the three Heaven-Tier Powerhouses and immediately made his request.
Although the three held exalted status, they had come under orders from the Alliance. As commander of the frontline army, he was not overstepping by saying this.
After hearing Xiao Yuheng out, the Night King nodded slightly. "Rest assured, we will act immediately. Prepare your army to support us. Once I use my dreamscape to pin down their experts, they will certainly counterattack with the Puppet Army. When that happens, buy me as much time as you can."
He wasted no more words, immediately leaving the camp and ascending a high platform to survey the distance.
Everyone stood below and watched, brimming with curiosity. Just what divine ability would this mighty figure who had risen from the grassroots of the Spirit-Taming World use to resolve the difficulty before them?
Suddenly, black vapor surged around the Night King. A mass of ghostly shadows poured from his body, shrieking like the wind.
Countless wisps of black smoke rose, spreading across dozens of yards in an instant before drifting toward the enemy formation like a black cloud.
This strange phenomenon soon caught the attention of the enemy experts. Just as the Night King had predicted, alarm bells immediately rang throughout their camp, and every unit sprang into action with utmost vigilance.
Yet the black cloud only seemed slow; in truth, it moved swiftly. In just a few breaths, it swooped down.
The two Heaven-Tier Powerhouses, Zhong Qishan and Huang Daoyi, watched through their Dharma Eyes and were astonished to discover countless black threads crisscrossing like a fine spiderweb, enveloping the entire enemy camp.
These were all manifestations of the