In a situation like this, there would be no duels between kings, no one-on-one battles between generals.
He let out a long breath and gazed at the street before him.
It was just as he had expected.
According to the Decree issued by the Righteous Alliance long ago, with a great enemy at their doorstep, a mandatory conscription had begun.
All Cultivators in the city were now under unified command, organized into squads, and assigned their respective duties.
Everything was methodical, tense yet orderly.
He walked along the street to the North City Gate, where several Artifact Refiners from the Artifact Hall came to welcome him.
He paused at the foot of the city wall and looked up. A constant roar echoed from the top. One Spiritual Energy Cannon after another unleashed its firepower into the sky, their booming reports making the wall itself seem to vibrate.
"Senior, please."
One of the Artifact Refiners from the Artifact Hall spoke up.
"What's the situation outside the city?"
