"Ling Xueshang?"

I grabbed a dry branch and pulled myself up the slope. Standing still next to Ling Xueshang, I asked with a smile, "Why are you here? I thought The Monarch Descends is supposed to defend the center?"

Ling Xueshang nodded. "We were supposed to, but the frontline had crumbled way faster than anyone could’ve imagined. Unlike Ancient Sword Dreaming Souls, those failures from Candle Dragon couldn’t withstand Hero City’s assault at all. You were far more reliable than they were."

I shrugged and said, "Well, not anymore. The 17 guilds of Hot Sand City are attacking us, and they have at least a dozen Heroic Bannermen with them. We couldn’t hold them back all by ourselves, so we had to lure them into Horse Hoof Valley and pray for a big victory."

Ling Xueshang chuckled. "That is exactly why I’ve come to reinforce you with a hundred thousand elites. We’ve been on the move ever since Sister He Yi messaged me, and we just finished arranging our troops. Hehe, what do you think? I’m a timely rain, aren’t I?"

"Yes you are!" I nodded strongly. "With the brothers and sisters from...