The battlements fell completely silent. Everyone stared wide-eyed at the devastation below the walls.
That single blast had killed at least a hundred demon beasts, including four or five at gold rank. Even the black gold rank beast king had suffered minor injuries. Its power already rivaled an all-out strike from a black gold rank cultivator.
"What was that explosion?!" someone blurted out.
"Lord Ye Zong actually has something like this up his sleeve... How come we've never heard of it before?" "Heavens, so many killed in one strike! Think how much effort that'll save!" Murmurs slowly rose, shifting from bewilderment to excitement before swelling into irrepressible cheers.
The soldiers raised their spears and cheered, much of the fear draining from their faces.
Shen Hong's expression darkened. He snorted without saying a word, but he knew perfectly well that this was not Ye Zong's doing.
He knew Ye Zong's methods. His wind and snow cultivation techniques relied on overwhelming enemies head-on; he never used unorthodox methods like this. There was no need to think about it. That brat named Nie Li must have devised it.
An inexplicable irritation stirred within him. A boy born a commoner kept stealing the limelight, and even Ye Zong regarded him with special favor. If this continued, the balance of power in Glory City might well change.
Shen Fei ignored the chatter around him. His gaze passed over the main battlefield and settled on the snowy ground to the west.
The main battlefield was raging, with the bulk of the beast tide crowded beneath the front wall. Yet he had distinctly seen a small group of demon beasts slip away from the main force under cover of smoke and chaos, circling south along the old riverbed to the west.
The group was small, only a