With Highsun City's logistical supplies stolen, the entire city was plunged into panic.
In just four short days, the most overwhelmed person in all of Highsun City was none other than City Lord Feng Tu.
The three cities of Deston Prefecture had always been strategic locations, serving as an important defensive line against the Wu tribe since ancient times.
Even in eras of peace, when Divinity Transformation experts from other prefectures rarely showed themselves, Deston Prefecture already had Void Refinement experts presiding as City Lords.
Feng Tu hailed from the military camps of the Northern Border.
At twenty thousand years old, having finally achieved the Void Refinement realm on the battlefield against the Northern Border Demon race, he had come here to enjoy a comfortable life.
He never expected to run into an era of a great war between the two races.
He had worked diligently and conscientiously, never suffering a loss at the hands of the Wu tribe, only to have his logistical supplies stolen by the Yun Clan's Old Ancestor.
"Old bastard refusing to die, inviting wolves into the house... I'll smash his damn head in!"
Inside the Li Clan's Chamber of Commerce, Feng Tu faced the members of the Li Clan.
His usually youthful appearance, maintained through techniques of preserving youth, was filled with fury.
"I told him they were deserters, deserters!
That son of a bitch Ba Siyu raised a massive thief who stole my Highsun City's treasury!
I'm completely finished this time.
I won't be able to keep my official position, and the old comrades who fought alongside me in the Northern Border will laugh themselves to death at me!"
Feng Tu launched into a tirade of curses the moment he arrived, speaking without any filter.
The three Li Clan members looked at each other in dismay.
"At least Ba Siyu has a bit of a conscience, bringing out treasures to exchange for resources with your Azure Cloud Li Clan."
Feng Tu took a fierce gulp of water, chattering endlessly. How did he look like a mid-stage Void Refinement mighty figure in the slightest?
"The battle at the Shadowfell Prefecture came suddenly, so only twenty percent of the people remain in the city.
They are all just merchants from various parts of the dynasty and local cultivators.
Once the supplies were stolen, half of them ran away again.
Right now, the troops I can deploy add up to no more than thirty thousand cultivators, and they are all just scattered stragglers.
I kept ten thousand soldiers in the city myself—they are the only immortal soldiers who have trained in array tactics."
"Now we have Yun Hongcai wanting to devour Spiritual power and eat people, and even Bi Shihu's whereabouts are unknown.
There are Wu tribesmen in all directions around the Central Plains. Who knows when they might attack? We'll all be finished!"
Seeing Feng Tu's furious appearance, Li Xinnian smiled.
"City Lord Feng, don't be anxious. My clan's Golden Toad Divine Palace is not entering the front-line battlefield; it is currently hurrying toward Highsun City."
"You guys are still the reliable ones." Feng Tu downed another gulp of tea.
"When will they arrive? Let me give you the bottom line: there are three other Void Refinement experts in the city, all of whom are my close friends.
We have a total of forty thousand immortal soldiers on full alert. Your Azure Cloud Army are experts at fighting the Wu tribe and haven't slacked on their training for centuries.
Besides, the logistical supplies are being bought from your Li Clan anyway. When the time comes, I will follow your orders completely."
"The Golden Toad Divine Palace is on the way. Sunfall City is in chaos, and the journey is long, so it will take a little time."
Li Xinnian replied.
In Deston Prefecture, the clan was most familiar with this Feng Tu.
This was because wherever the Li Clan's Chamber of Commerce was established, it would receive the protection of local experts; the backer of the Highsun City Chamber of Commerce was Feng Tu.
Li Xinnian exchanged a glance with his two elders.
The Golden Toad Divine Palace had waited in Sunfall City for two days.
What they were waiting for was for Bi Shihu and the Yun Clan members to take the initiative to attack during this great war, so they could catch them like turtles in a jar.
However, Yun Hongcai simply transformed from a clan's Old Ancestor into a rogue cultivator.
The Void Refinement cultivators the Yun Clan had invited, whom the clan had been monitoring, vanished completely in the blink of an eye.
Bi Shihu truly lived up to his title as Marshal; he had concealed his tracks well in advance, making his ten thousand elite soldiers nearly impossible to trace.
The people of the Shadowfell Prefecture from back then might not have had other skills, but their methods of running away were absolutely top-tier.
Feng Tu had come here specifically to lay his cards on the table with the Li Clan members.
Seeing that the Li Clan members had matters to discuss, he stood up. "You three, since that's the case, I will quietly await the Li Clan's..."
But just as his words fell.
Everyone looked simultaneously out the window of the Chamber of Commerce.
In the cloudy sky, over a dozen cultivators were rushing over in a panic, their faces filled with terror as they shouted.
"The Wu tribe... is attacking!"