698. Target, Marshal Puji!

The Battle Puppet was destroyed, and the Fungal Fortress's offensive came to a temporary halt.

After a brief burst of joy, Feng Yi looked toward the empty east, worry in his eyes.

Dean knew what he was thinking and explained, "We ran into an ambush. It was only at the level of harassment, but I was afraid something had happened to Dragon Horn Fortress, so I came ahead first. Looking at it now, they really were trying to hold me back."

Feng Yi took a deep breath and laid out the true situation in the city one point at a time.

Their magic reserves had already bottomed out. Nearly half of the defensive runes had been ruined in that last round of tremors, and the rest were not in much better shape.

"Clan leader, Dragon Horn Fortress can't be held." His voice was very low, carrying a note of persuasion. "Take everyone and retreat while we still can."

Dean shook his head.

"The west has already fallen," he said. "Large numbers of soldiers under Eugene have switched sides to the Fungal Fortress. Their momentum is huge. Once they rendezvous with Louisa's main force, we'll have no chance left."

Feng Yi froze. How had things over there moved so quickly?

"Then—then what do we do?"

Dean did not answer right away. Instead, he raised his hand. A ring on his finger glowed faintly, and a nearly invisible ripple spread outward, enveloping the two of them. The clamor of battle on the city wall instantly receded into the distance—a Soundproof Barrier.

"In order to defeat us with fewer losses, Louisa won't easily let the remaining half of their main force enter Dragon Horn Fortress, especially now that I'm here too."

"He'll definitely split off a portion of his troops to intercept and