"Speaking of which, now I should be able to buff my Evil Wind Resistance, but I wonder how things are outside?"
Wang Wu pondered that now Lu Wuchen's siege of Centipede Ridge had entered the eighteenth year, and the entire Centipede Ridge had almost been turned over. Old Deng should already have the realization of failure, but as a first-grade Celestial Realm Great Cultivator of the Human Race, his means are definitely more than this.
"If I were him, not from the perspective of individual strength, but purely from a strategic angle, this grand operation not only gave the Great Snow Mountain Battlefield a chance to recuperate but also could make him lose face in the Cloud Cauldron Nine Cities Alliance. He is the strongest, but among the Human Race, things are done methodically. There could be elders or the like, who might take advantage of the situation."
"So, to stabilize the rear and to regain face and his own authority, Lu Wuchen might seek external aid..."
