After the great battle at Black Iron City ended.
That night, everyone held a small celebration in the City Lord's Manor.
According to Deputy City Lord Liu Youfang's report, thanks to its overwhelming firepower, Black Iron City had suffered virtually no casualties in the battle.
Moreover, the army had already plundered and inventoried all the resources of this Blood-Seeking Hall force and deposited them in the treasury.
The City-Protecting Grand Formation and various heavy defensive weapons had consumed a tremendous quantity of spirit stones in this battle. Now those expenditures had been fully replenished, with a substantial profit to spare.
Ling Wanshuang, Daoist Qingxuan, and Lei Qianjun were also beaming with delight. They repeatedly offered toasts to Gu Chenfeng, their attitudes unconsciously gaining a measure of reverence.
The strength Black Iron City and Gu Chenfeng had displayed in this battle had truly exceeded their imaginations.
Although southwestern Xilin Commandery was currently in turmoil, and the four cities had become the target of every arrow.
As long as they relied on Black Iron City's formidable strength, they would surely be able to hold out for a long time, until reinforcements from the Commandery City arrived.
Once the banquet ended, everyone returned to their respective quarters.
Gu Chenfeng, however, remained in the rear hall to continue discussing the situation with the Dragon Emperor, the Barbarian God, and Taiching Daoist.
"Worthy Brother, are you planning to keep holding out like this?" the Dragon Emperor asked.
Today, all three had witnessed Gu Chenfeng's extraordinary strength and Black Iron City's astonishing reserves.
But they understood even more clearly that the contest in Xilin Commandery involved far-reaching interests.
Black Iron City might be able to buy more time, but they might not live to see reinforcements arrive.
Gu Chenfeng naturally understood what the three were thinking.