And the entire Xuanwu Guards bore an immensely strong sense of honor. Even in light of their remarkable accomplishments, Zhu Yong, as a participating general of the Xuanwu Guards, still felt deeply remorseful.
Other commanders who had followed Jiang Chengwan and heard Zhu Yong’s words didn’t offer a hint of consolation. They stood solemnly in place, clearly believing that Zhu Yong’s self-blame was justified.
The dignified Xuanwu Guards, even with such a numerical disadvantage, were actually unable to swiftly defeat the enemy. It was truly a disgrace!
Jiang Chengwan shook his head.
“It’s fine. The Forbidden Army utilized the Xia’s secret technique, the Heaven-tier Grand Formation, which significantly enhances their combat capabilities. Zhu Yong, your ability to hold your ground thus far is already commendable. There’s no need for self-blame.”
Upon hearing this, Zhu Yong earnestly cupped his fist and performed a respectful military salute.
“Thank you for Your Highness’s understanding.”
After calming Zhu Yong somewhat, Jiang Chengwan proceeded systematically to mobilize the Xuanwu Guards to reinforce the defenses and simultaneously utilized his Sacred Spirit power to swiftly repair the damaged protective formation. This caused the energy barrier that allowed soldiers to charge towards the city wall to become turbulent.
Furthermore, with the arrival of the Saint-King, the morale of the Xuanwu Guards was instantly boosted. With the augmentation of the Saint’s power, their already formidable combat strength broke through its limits in an instant. For a while, the Xuanwu Guards, who were previously almost evenly matched with the forces several times larger than them, began to launch a swift counterattack. They soon demonstrated a trend of suppressing the Forbidden Army.
For the Xuanwu Guards, or rather for the entire Cangming Army, the Saint-King was their belief, their banner. With him present, even if he did nothing, as long as he stood there, he could invigorate the Cangming Army, allowing them to unleash extraordinary combat power.
Soon, within the center of the Forbidden Army, guarded by hundreds of top-tier experts and capable commanders, the former Empress Zhao, along with her senior martial uncle Xiahou Yan, sensed something amiss.
“The consumption of the Cloud-Piercing Technique has increased, and the casualties among the vanguard forces have suddenly surged.”
Empress Zhao’s brows furrowed tightly as she spoke coldly, “It seems that he has arrived at the city walls.”
Xiahou Yan, with white hair and an exceptionally tall stature resembling a formidable iron tower, eliciting awe from those who gazed upon him. Upon hearing Empress Zhao’s words, he instinctively looked towards the distant city walls.
His vision far surpassed that of an ordinary person, allowing him to quickly notice a figure seated atop a mighty warhorse.
“The one who commands the unsurpassed divine power within the sacred relic, the Saint-King of Cangming…”
Though his appearance was aged, his murky old eyes glimmered with a chilling light.
“Not easy to deal with, this incredibly powerful being that defies belief.”
“Hmph!”