Some time had passed since the rescuing of Gods of Destruction. The enemy’s remaining Black Marsh Catapults had come close enough to fire at White Rose Fortress, and more than once had the deadly rocks crashed against our walls and caused a massive explosion. The good news was that Gui Guzi, Heaven’s Rain and Diamond Dust had charged them several times and stopped them from being able to fire at one point of the wall with impunity.

The bad news was that the walls would fall in just a couple more rotations. Some of the cracks on the walls had grown to a finger wide. It looked scary to say the least.

Standing on the eastern wall, Dominating Heaven Blade stared at the sea of Purple Grape City players in poorly concealed shock while exclaiming, "Holy shit! Ancient Sword, The Monarch Descends and Blazing Hot Lips are not even at full strength, and you managed to hold out against this army?"

"We had to. It’s not like we can conjure an army out of thin air," I said with a grim smile.

Dominating Heaven Blade clenched his fists. "During territory wars, the amount of players packed into the defending city is like ducks in a duck farm, all on top of each other, with...