The entire Holy City was like a machine that had been restarted, every gear beginning to spin furiously.
The people of the Lower Ring were organized to reinforce the walls, transport supplies, and set up temporary medical stations.
The Sequence Users of the Middle Ring split into teams. Some laid traps, some patrolled and kept watch, and others handled logistics and supplies.
The powerhouses of the Upper Ring gathered together, repeatedly running through tomorrow's battle plans.
The Artisan-Type Sequence Users worked around the clock.
Weapons, ammunition, and defensive fortifications emerged from their hands, one after another.
The barrier-type Sequence Users laid down layer upon layer of barriers outside the walls. Some could slow the Fierce Beasts, some could weaken their strength, and some could block a fatal blow at a critical moment.
The trap-type Sequence Users planted countless devices along the routes up the mountain. Some could explode, some could trap enemies, and some could release poisonous mist.
The entire Holy City was preparing for tomorrow's great battle.
Luo Fan stood at the edge of the Upper Ring, looking down over it all.
From where he stood, he could see the terraced fields of the Lower Ring, the streets of the Middle Ring, and the open expanse of the Gobi Desert outside the walls.
Tomorrow, that place would become a battlefield.
"Luo Fan, do you think we can hold them off?"
A voice came from beside him.
Luo Fan turned his head and glanced over. It was City Lord Ding Wanning.
She had come to his side at some point, wearing a pale blue-green dress, her hair loosely pinned behind her head.
She wore no makeup, her face bare, but her composed bearing involuntarily put others at ease.
Luo Fan looked away, turning toward the distant Gobi Desert. "Eighth Tier