Emperor Yang first nodded, but immediately frowned again and said:
"But these three hundred thousand troops probably wouldn't amount to even a cup of water against a cartload of burning firewood in the battle now raging on the Heaven-Demon Battlefield."
Gongshu Chi thought Emperor Yang had come to stop him from dispatching troops, so his brows knitted tightly and his expression hardened as he said:
"Even if our entire army is wiped out, we will never stand by and watch the Taiping Sword Champion die on the Heaven-Demon Battlefield!"
At these words, Emperor Yang's expression remained unchanged, but the eyes of the female general clad in silver-scaled battle armor suddenly lit up.
Bang!
Emperor Yang seemed about to say something more, but before he could speak, the sound of a door being broken down outside the hall interrupted him.
They turned to look and saw groups of people dressed as ordinary commoners pouring into the residence like a tide.
Just then, a cook still wearing his apron suddenly said excitedly:
"City Lord, when you go to save the Taiping Sword Champion, take us with you!"
Then a man dressed as a shop assistant shouted as well:
"City Lord! As the old saying goes, when everyone gathers firewood, the flames rise high! We may have no magic power, but there are plenty of us!"
At these words, the crowd of commoners behind him immediately chimed in-
"Yes! Exactly! The Taiping Sword Champion and the others are only suffering because they're outnumbered!"
"That's right! There are plenty of us! If each of us spat once, we could drown those demons and monsters!"
Seeing Gongshu Chi hesitate, a somewhat fierce-looking woman suddenly cried shrilly:
"City Lord, the Buddha came to me in a dream last night and said that as long as we