After seeing off Tianxing City's envoy, Chen Ming stood alone at the harbor, watching the Spirit Boat disappear where sea met sky. He remained motionless for a long time. The sea breeze whipped his robes with a snapping rustle, but he stood as still as a statue. Only his eyes flickered, betraying the thoughts churning fiercely within him.
Situ Hong's plan looked meticulous and thorough on the surface, but how could he fail to see the traps hidden within it?
The so-called Heaven-Locking Dragon-Trapping Formation was indeed a profound sealing formation. Once established, it could seal off all of Luo Shen Island so tightly that not even a fly could escape. But setting it up required considerable time and manpower, and the defenses of those laying the formation would be greatly weakened during the process. If the Luo Heaven Gate launched a fierce attack at that moment, they would find themselves in grave danger.
Situ Hong had assigned Divine Wind Island the task of setting up the Heaven-Locking Dragon-Trapping Formation. On the surface, this showed his confidence in Divine Wind Island's strength. In reality, he wanted it to draw the Luo Heaven Gate's first wave of fire. Once Divine Wind Island and the Luo Heaven Gate had battered each other into ruin, Tianxing City's main force could face the exhausted survivors fresh and reap the fisherman's rewards.
This move to "drive the tiger to swallow the wolf" was beautifully played.
But Chen Ming was no fool. He would not obediently jump into that trap.
He withdrew his gaze and headed toward the Council Hall. Along the way, he kept working through possible responses, trying to find a strategy that would both preserve Divine Wind Island's strength and secure the greatest possible gains from this alliance.
Back in the Council Hall,