"Surround and do not attack, observe their self-defeat."
Feng Yuantu fanned his feather fan, smiling confidently.
Below the city, tens of thousands of troops set up camp, scouts and messengers scattered like swarms of bees.
There was a steady stream of reinforcements arriving from all directions behind them.
Over the years, True Martial King Ji Changfeng has hidden his troops among civilians, allying with major Noble Families and Sect. On the surface, his power doesn't seem strong, at most appearing as nothing more than a watchdog, lacking the strength to advance.
But in reality, if anyone thinks so, they are gravely underestimating him.
With a single command.
All the major Noble Sect sent elite troops for support, revealing all hidden forces, numbering no less than fifty thousand, if not thirty thousand.
The potential for war is terrifyingly vast.
