Deep in the dead of night, the atmosphere inside Jiuyou City was heavy and grim. Chen Haotian's plan had already been swiftly communicated to every participant, and everyone knew that if this raid failed, there would be no surviving Jiuyou City.
The moonlight fell like water upon the city walls, reflecting one resolute face after another. The townspeople had already evacuated, but the remaining warriors showed not the slightest retreat, swearing to defend their home to the death. Chen Haotian stood atop the city wall, his gaze fixed on the distant direction of Tiemuzhen's camp, a burning, unyielding fighting spirit blazing in his eyes.
In the small hours of the morning, Tiemuzhen's camp remained brightly lit. As part of their pre-battle preparations, a large number of soldiers stayed awake through the night, and patrols operated without a single moment of rest, making the entire camp resemble an impregnable fortress.
Chapter 118