“It’s time to move. The troops stationed in the East and West have already moved towards the North. Caitou should’ve succeeded.” Jing Ziyan fiddled with a little device in her hand.

Xu Sanshi nodded.

Ji Juechen stood beside Jing Ziyan. He now had his usual stern face on, as he tightly gripped the Judgement Sword in his right hand.

Jing Ziyan turned to Xu Sanshi and said, “The troops outside the South City haven’t made a move yet. It seems like they’ve received an order to remain there no matter what. Are we going to start the plan or not?” 

Xu Sanshi shook his head. “Let’s just wait for a bit longer. Once Yuhao makes his move, the Soul Engineer Legion outside the city will definitely not be able to stay silent anymore. They should send a few soldiers away to the front. That’s when we’ll make our move.”

“Okay.” Jing Ziyan nodded.

Xu Sanshi closed his eyes, as though he had entered a meditative state standing up. Streams of dull, black air started to move about near him, and the other three moved away from him. Standing near him made them feel as if they’d sunken into quicksand.

Huo Yuhao didn’t make them wait...