Shadowfell Prefecture.
Spear Saint Gu Fenghua calmly directed the grand army forward.
His Divine Soul hovered between heaven and earth, simultaneously detecting the great battle between Ba Siyu and the Rising Sun Sage Elder in the distance.
Intelligence from the rear fell into his hands, yet Spear Saint Gu Fenghua was not as nervous as Ba Siyu.
He glanced at the young-looking Daoist beside him, who still remained as steady as an old god.
"It is indeed just as you, Li Clan members, said; our Deston Prefecture's grand army has massive problems.
The longer this great battle drags on, the easier it is to be confused by issues from all sides.
To think that in Highsun City, that fellow Ba Siyu actually reared a tiger to court ruin.
The Rising Sun Sage Elder had already laid an ambush for him decades ago."
Li Yunlin!
A smile graced Gu Fenghua's face.
Over these past thirty-odd years, ever since Bi Shihu was driven out of Huizhao City due to various issues, this outstanding hero of the Li Clan, Li Yunlin, had become Gu Fenghua's confidant.
Gu Fenghua was not like Ba Siyu, who constantly weighed pros and cons; he was just like his Spear Dao—upright, unyielding, and unable to tolerate even a grain of sand in his eyes.
Over thirty years ago, when Bi Shihu lodged a complaint to Gu Fenghua, Gu Fenghua kicked Li Yunlin out of the meeting.
Conversely, this made Gu Fenghua appreciate a transcendent Daoist like Li Yunlin even more.
Such a long span of time could change many things.
At the same time... the Li Clan was also the mastermind behind this great battle!
In the Azure Cloud Prefecture, there was not only Li Yunlin but also Jiang Chenghuan.
No one understood the Wu tribe better than the people of Azure Cloud from back then.
Rather than trusting those laymen, Gu Fenghua found it better to trust these men of the Azure Cloud Prefecture who had once driven the Wu tribe out of the Azure Cloud Region.
"Senior Gu, my second brother, is clearer about this kind of matter."
Li Yunlin said calmly,
"My second brother once said that when fighting a great battle with the Wu tribe, we absolutely must not give them time to react.
The Wu tribesmen revere the strong.
Only by truly beating them into submission and beating fear into them can we make them feel dread.
If we want to destroy the Wu tribe, we must destroy their totems; only then will they lose their confidence."
"Never be afraid.
When facing the Wu tribe, if we take even a single step back, their numbers will only increase, and in the end, we will only face defeat.
Beating them into submission and fear is the only way to win."
"At the same time, the Wu tribesmen are not all fools.
At the very least, our Li Clan has encountered quite a few respectable Wu tribesmen.
A sudden attack is enough to throw the Wu tribesmen into complete disarray, forcing them to exhaust the trump cards they've gathered over the past decades."
Hearing this, Gu Fenghua fell silent for a moment.
For over thirty years, the Li Clan members had been planning this sudden attack with him—a sudden attack to reclaim the Shadowfell Prefecture.
If this battle is won, it will sound the horn for a counteroffensive; if this battle is lost... they will reorganize their forces and start again!
"Your second brother? Jiang Chenghuan is your second brother?" Gu Fenghua raised an eyebrow slightly.
In truth, over these past thirty-odd years, he had long sensed that something was amiss; these two brothers were constantly by his side.
Li Yunlin followed his orders to fight the Wu tribe, while Li Yunbing schemed and plotted for him—their coordination was incredibly seamless.
However, having heard about what happened in the Azure Cloud Prefecture back then, Gu Fenghua felt relieved and did not harbor much suspicion.
He asked, "Where is your second brother?"
"Killing people."
Li Yunlin smiled.
"If we want to take down Shadowfell Prefecture, we must eradicate the hidden dangers.
Our sudden advance leaves the three major cities empty, which is enough to make some scoundrels show their heads.
The mastermind behind the Shadowfell Prefecture battle that Senior has always been worried about is also an enemy of our Li Clan."
"Rather than living in fear and anxiety, it's better to expose a flaw and force them to reveal their tracks.
After all, just like the Wu tribe, the more time we give them, the more time they have to prepare, and the lower our chances of winning become."
"Please rest assured, Senior Gu.
Although our Li Clan has been silent for these past thirty-odd years, it doesn't mean we were doing nothing. You just focus on fighting, and we will..."
"Drag them out one by one!"
Gu Fenghua's expression changed.
He truly did not know where this guardian clan of the Southern Border got such confidence.
.......
Highsun City.
The Divine Flame Grand Array was completely extinguished, and the Wu tribesmen swarmed into Highsun City like a dark cloud.
Feng Tu was, after all, a cultivator from the Northern Border battlefield; even though he had lived comfortably as a City Lord for many years, he remained an outstanding general.
At the very moment the city fell, he had already ordered the soldiers of Highsun City to retreat to the second line of defense and erect a new array formation.
"What should we do... what should we do?!!"
Feng Tu watched with a pale face as the Wu tribesmen summoned their Wu Spiritual power, destroying the once-prosperous buildings of Highsun City.
Three hundred thousand Wu tribesmen, all of them skilled warriors.
Let alone holding out until the major cities sent rescue forces, it would be a miracle just to hold out for another day!