"That is why this old man and the other three emperors jointly launched this offensive against the Human Race front."
Yin Zhen asked in confusion:
"But Lord Northern Emperor, Xueji City now has fewer than thirty thousand defenders left. Even with those twenty thousand reinforcements, they number only fifty thousand."
"And E Piao still has nearly three hundred thousand demon-armored troops under his command."
"Even if we simply wear them down slowly, we should be able to grind those fifty thousand defenders of Xueji City to death, shouldn't we?"
"Why do we still need to transfer troops from elsewhere?"
The Northern Emperor said gravely:
"Originally, this old man did indeed intend to do as you said: have E Piao surround the city, then slowly trap its defenders until they died."
"But those twenty thousand reinforcements who appeared some days ago introduced an enormous uncertainty."
Yin Zhen remained deeply puzzled:
"A mere twenty thousand reinforcements count as an uncertainty?"
The Northern Emperor said nothing. Instead, he swept his broad sleeve, making an illusory scene appear before the demonic general Yin Zhen, and said coldly:
"Once you have watched this battle, you will understand."
Yin Zhen glanced at it and discovered that the scene depicted none other than the counterattack by the twenty thousand reinforcements within Xueji City after E Piao's assault.
At first, Yin Zhen still looked dismissive, but as Zhang Tianze in the scene shouted the Demon-Slaying Army's rallying cry, his expression abruptly changed.
As though he had recalled some unpleasant memory, his eyes filled with terror and bewilderment.
By the time he finished watching the scene, the unruly arrogance on Yin Zhen's face had vanished, replaced by profound terror.
He looked at the Northern Emperor in disbelief and said:
"That cannot be, can it? Lord Northern Emperor, how can