The dark clouds above Whitetown filled everyone with despair.

Everyone in the city wore serious expressions. Those who could still walk struggled to their posts, gripping whatever weapon they had tightly.

The ground trembled slightly as a strange buzz filled the air. Over the not-so-distant horizon, one Evernight transport after the other pierced through the clouds, dropping a dense array of soldiers and gear onto the front lines.

The Evernight army outside of Whitetown already held the absolute advantage in terms of military power. Doer had an army of forty thousand under his command, while Whitetown was being defended by a couple thousand men, including Zhao Jundu’s soldiers. The only advantage they held was the abundance of resources because of their control on the battlefield.

But now, there seemed to be no end to the Evernight transports. Upon careful calculation, the soldiers might number in the tens of thousands and their ammunition supply was almost uncountable.

Currently, the Evernight side held the absolute advantage in numbers. In terms of experts, Doer alone was difficult enough...