Inside the Crimson Thunder Palace, the atmosphere had already become incomparably oppressive.
Ever since the Third Prince began his offensive, attacks constantly erupted across the surrounding territories.
Although the Third Prince's forces never launched a full-scale assault directly against the Crimson Thunder Palace, everyone understood clearly what Yu Wenzhao was trying to do.
He was exhausting them slowly.
Like a predator cornering wounded prey.
BOOM!
Another explosion echoed outside one of the outer defensive regions.
Several Crimson Thunder Palace disciples hurried back while covered in blood.
"They retreated again!"
An elder's expression immediately darkened further.
Again!
Every single time, it was the same.
The Third Prince's forces would suddenly launch attacks from several directions, pressure them heavily, force them to mobilize experts…
Then immediately withdraw before a decisive clash could occur.
