Five kilometers from the fortress's outer defensive perimeter, Han Mo raised a hand, signaling them to slow down.
The four of them stopped above the sea, Qi and Blood coalescing beneath their feet to hold them steady.
The feint attack had already begun, but it was primarily focused on the fortress's outskirts, providing cover for their real assault here.
"According to the plan, Xu Wuyi will make the first move." Han Mo's voice came through the communication channel, calm and clear. "Clear the area. Force them to expose their defensive layout."
Xu Wuyi nodded.
He took a step forward, positioning himself in front of the other three. He slowly raised the Liaoyuan Long Spear, its tip pointed diagonally toward the fortress ahead.
The Power of Heart Image began to circulate.
In his sea of consciousness, the Dark Gold Mountain Body trembled, and atop its peak, the Golden Crow Illusion raised its head and spread its wings.
