487: Chapter 487 Counterattack?

On the city wall.

"Old Ghost Yin, the plan seems to have succeeded. The Yao Race should have attacked, but an hour has passed and there's still no movement," Ruan Zhen said slowly, gazing into the distance.

"It's normal. In a situation where they're guaranteed to win, the Yao Race has no need to take risks. If it were you, would you risk an attack at this time?"

"I wouldn't. Even with a hint of unusual activity, I'd investigate thoroughly. As the saying goes, plan before you act," Ruan Zhen said.

Yin Zong looked at the dense, dark mass ten kilometers away and said slowly:

"Let's make an even bigger commotion."

"Even bigger? Aren't you afraid of blowing our cover?"

Yin Zong smiled and said, "What's there to fear?"

"Imagine that behind us stands an army of hundreds of millions, as well as Xiao Weiqing."

Ruan Zhen glared at Yin Zong. "Xiao Weiqing hasn't arrived yet."

Yin Zong said confidently, "Just act as if he's already here. If the Yao Race shows any signs of attacking, we'll blow the horn for an offensive."

"Are you serious?"

Ruan Zhen was startled. The horn wasn't something to be blown lightly; once it sounded, an attack was mandatory.

"A feint."

"We blow the offensive horn, then halfway through, we immediately blow the retreat horn. That should buy us a bit more time."

"Will that work?"

"Who knows? Maybe the Yao Race will think we're playing tricks and be even more afraid to move," Yin Zong said. In the current situation, the worst-case scenario was an immediate battle, and they could still hold out for an hour.

However, this method could only be used once.

"Fine, I'll trust you," Ruan Zhen said through gritted teeth.

Time passed slowly.

For Yin Zong, every minute felt like a year. Although he spoke lightly, he was under more pressure than anyone.

Three months.

The Vermilion Bird Army had suffered heavy losses; if the fighting continued, they would truly run out of resources.

Compared to Great Xia, the Vermilion Bird Empire still lacked foundation. Whether in terms of high-end combat power or overall strength, they were a level below.

...

At the Demon Realm Entrance.

"Pan Shan."

Night Owl Demigod suddenly spoke.

"What is it?"

"The Human Race has been massing for too long without launching an attack."

Hearing this, Pan Shan Demigod thought for a few seconds before saying in a low voice, "Mo Yun."

In less than two breaths of time.

Mo Yun Demon Venerable's figure appeared, bowing his head. "Pan Shan Demigod."

"What is the situation with the Human Race's army?"

"They seem to still be massing. I didn't get close; there are human experts on guard."

"Take a few Demon Venerables to test them," Night Owl Demigod's voice came from high above.

Mo Yun Demon Venerable's heart tightened. This was using his life to test the waters, but he didn't dare refuse and could only look toward Pan Shan Demigod.

But Pan Shan Demigod's eyes were tightly shut, giving no response.

Mo Yun Demon Venerable didn't dare refuse and could only bow in agreement.

"Yes."

Before long.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—

From the Yao Race camp, ten Demon Venerables soared into the sky, flying toward Red Flower Base.

Boom! Boom!

Rumble—

Before the Demon Venerables could even get close to the base, they were intercepted by human experts. Both sides engaged in battle, erupting with terrifying shockwaves.

On the city wall.

Yin Zong and Ruan Zhen watched the battle not far away, their hearts sinking.

"Old Ghost, the Yao Race has probably become suspicious."

"Mm."

Yin Zong glanced at his Wristband. "Fifteen minutes left." Then, Yin Zong sent a voice transmission to the experts fighting in the field, "Try to stall for time."

Immediately.

Several more experts took to the air from the city wall, joining the battle and surrounding the ten Demon Venerables.

Over ten kilometers away.

A pair of amber pupils saw everything; the battle of over twenty figures was crystal clear.

"Pan Shan, something's not right."

"How so?"

Night Owl Demigod frowned. "Those human experts are fighting a bit... no, they're stalling for time."

"Huh?"

Pan Shan Demigod snapped his eyes open and flew high into the sky, his gaze like a torch as he looked into the distance.

This scene was witnessed by Yin Zong and Ruan Zhen on the wall. They exchanged a look, sensing trouble.

"Quick, kill those Demon Venerables, blow the charge horn, and assume the charge formation."

"Good!"

Swoosh—

A figure soared from within the base; it was the Nirvana Warrior.

Seeing this, the Yao Race's Demon Venerables were terrified. They had all witnessed the power of this Puppet and were no match for it.

"Go!"

Slash—

Slash—

With a flash of blade light, three Demon Venerables were cut in half. The human experts understood the signal and no longer held back, each using their killing moves to finish off the remaining Demon Venerables in an instant.

Just then.

Wooo— wooo—

Wooo— wooo—

The long blast of a horn sounded.

All four main gates of the base swung open, and the Vermilion Bird Army swarmed out.

The horn's sound was loud and distant, echoing across the battlefield. Every member of the Yao Race heard it.

"Hmm?"

"Could the Human Race really be preparing to attack?"

Night Owl Demigod's figure appeared—a giant owl with eyes so sharp they were impossible to look at directly.

Pan Shan Demigod stood suspended in the air, his gaze distant. "Since they want to seek death, let's grant it to them."

"Form ranks."

"Prepare to meet the enemy!"

Pan Shan Demigod's voice rang out in the minds of every member of the Yao Race.

Roar! Roar!

Roar! Roar!

All the Yao Race members responded loudly, their roars filled with excitement.

Below the city wall.

The Vermilion Bird Army marched out of the base with steady steps, every face bearing an expression of resolve. They knew that this time, they might truly never return.

"Come on, slow down. What's the rush?"

"What are you looking at? I'm talking to you. Why the hurry? Are you in a rush to be reincarnated?"

The surrounding Vermilion Bird soldiers were stunned by their general's shouting.

We're in the middle of a war, the offensive horn has sounded, and we're supposed to slow down? They'd be flogged for that.

"What are you dazed for?"

"Can't you understand me? I told you to slow down."

"This is an order!"

More than one general was shouting like this.

The commanders of the front phalanxes had all received instructions. If Ruan Zhen hadn't repeatedly emphasized it, they would have thought it was a joke too.

Finally.

Ten minutes later.

The one hundred thousand troops of the Vermilion Bird Army had finished massing. The twenty phalanxes were perfectly aligned, as if they had been measured.

In mid-air.

A hundred Eighth Realm Experts flew in the sky.

Behind them were over a thousand Seventh Realm Experts.

The evening wind was bleak.

Blowing up clouds of yellow sand.

The commanders on the left and right wings kept a close watch on their comrades in the central phalanx. Once they began the charge, they would start moving outward.

But.

Several minutes had passed since the massing was complete, yet there was still no movement.

"Old Li?"

"What is it?"

"Why haven't we started yet?"

Old Li said softly, "I don't know." In truth, he was also puzzled. Logically, it shouldn't be like this, but if the central phalanx didn't move, they couldn't move either.

"Don't worry, just wait. Look above; the experts haven't moved either, have they?"

Time ticked away, second by second.

In the Yao Race camp.

"What is the Human Race doing?"

"Who knows? They look like they're going to fight but aren't," Beicang Demigod said indifferently. He didn't care about any battle that wasn't at the demigod level.

Pan Shan's eyes narrowed. "No, we've been played."

" Take action!"

With that...

His massive body surged, heading toward Red Flower Base at extreme speed.