Although Wang Fugui and Yun Mengyu's two battle groups were elite enough, their total number was only around ten thousand.
With so few people spread across the vast Xianggu City, they were like a handful of cilantro tossed into a huge pot—pitifully sparse. Once that pot began to boil, the cilantro could easily be churned into mush.
At a time like this, they had to act fast.
The Southern Yan Imperial Palace was an ancient complex with an extremely long history, having existed for almost as long as Southern Yan itself. Its internal structure was grand and majestic, and within the palace lay countless spiritual realms and blessed lands.
If an emperor and the Imperial Guard had been stationed in the palace at this moment, bolstered by the palace's defensive formations, then for the Fugui Battle Group and Mengyu Battle Group to capture it in a short time would have been nothing more than a fool's dream.
But now, Emperor Yuanjing of Yan and his Imperial Guard were being chased all over the place like dogs by the Wang Clan Militia and the Crimson Fire Heavy Cavalry led by Emperor Qing Yu of Liang Kingdom, while Ancestor Qiu Kui, the nation-protecting Spirit Beast, had become Wang Fugui's prisoner.
With the top experts absent, how could the remaining palace guards and eunuchs possibly withstand Fugui and Mengyu's wolf-and-tiger army?
In less than two hours, the palace's defensive grand formation was blasted apart. After putting up a token resistance for a while, the palace guards and eunuchs were all captured.
By then, the Southern Yan Imperial Palace was like a newlywed bride too weak to truss a chicken, left entirely at Fugui's mercy.
Half a day later.
After the visible treasure vaults had been nearly stripped clean, Zhao Ninghai, the chief eunuch,