Whitetown was once again surrounded by the dark races after the troops under Zhao Jundu’s command entered the city. The great army Qianye and Song Zining had brought into Whitetown was now down to little over two thousand men.

Everyone, including Song Zining himself, had never imagined that the siege would be this bitter. The dark races had left nearly a hundred thousand corpses in and around Whitetown, equal to two entire corps.

With the addition of Zhao Jundu’s subordinates, there were over three thousand men in the city. However, the dark race army outside was over thirty thousand. Despite the enemy enjoying a ten-time advantage and the presence of a duke, the soldiers in the city were completely fearless, confident even.

The only difference was that Zhao Jundu had arrived in Whitetown.

It was just as he had said—even though Doer was stronger than the rest of the crowd, he might not have the courage to enter the city for a showdown.

Zhao Jundu had grown at a shocking rate during this war. His cultivation was only one step away from the divine champion realm, but that wasn’t all. What stunned everyone was that his pristine temperament was now stained...