Published: February 10, 2025
Ye Zhongming was not surprised by this person's level, but rather that he did not recognize him at all.
The eighth-level existence from the Temple of Dawn had all its records showing four individuals and a dragon, the Holy Maiden, along with the three titans of dawn and Yangos.
So where did this person come from?
However, thinking back to the speculations everyone had about the Temple of Dawn, Ye Zhongming had a rough idea that this individual likely belonged to the temple's hidden powers.
His status might not be as high as that of the Guardian of the Sacred Pool, a posthumous child, but the role he played should be quite similar.
More precisely, this person resembled those who serve as worshippers and elders in novels.
Given the situation where the Temple of Dawn had fully deployed their forces, it was expected for such a person to appear on the battlefield.
But had they already penetrated this deep into the Royal City? Then why not attack the city walls and take complete control?
"This isn’t hard to understand. Even if we went to the city walls, you would come too. Ultimately, it’s still us doing the fighting. Up there, we’d have to hold back due to the presence of both sides' fighters. It’s better to settle things down here, don’t you think?"
This person seemed to know what Ye Zhongming was thinking as he walked forward slowly.
Some warriors around noticed him and drew their weapons, planning to surround him, but were waved away by Ye Zhongming.
For a confrontation of this level, ordinary warriors would almost certainly be courting death.
Regarding what this person said, Ye Zhongming actually agreed. Once a powerful expert from one side appeared on the main battlefield, the other side's expert would inevitably meet him, using a tit-for-tat approach to contain the strong point.
After all, urban siege warfare is different from open field battles. In the latter, such a situation wouldn’t arise, because facing a large army, a strong point appearing alone would be overwhelmed by sheer numbers. On the city walls, the concentrated power would be limited within a certain distance, so experts had to contend with experts.
However, Ye Zhongming felt that something was still off. If two people met on the city walls and then shifted the battlefield here, that would make sense. But to be directly blocked here—was it really that simple?
At that moment, the sounds of shouting and killing suddenly erupted from the city walls. Ye Zhongming’s expression changed as he realized the intention of this person and the Temple of Dawn.
They wanted to block the posthumous child's powerful fighters outside the walls!
Because, with their greater number of powerful fighters, after using the tit-for-tat method, the Temple of Dawn would still have spare experts to lead ordinary warriors in attacking the city walls. At that time, who could stop them?
The person slightly tilted his head, not in a hurry to attack. He indeed had the capital to be unhurried.
“Understanding this doesn’t change anything,” he said. His face didn't appear old, at most he looked middle-aged. “Even with you outsiders helping, it won’t alter the fact that the posthumous child is weak. In the face of absolute power, resistance is merely a manifestation of unwillingness; it doesn’t significantly help the outcome.”
A corpse fell from the city wall. It was a warrior from the posthumous child faction, wearing white-tier equipment made by Ye Zhongming. However, it was now shattered, with a large hole in the abdomen that looked grotesque and terrifying.
This sudden appearance of the corpse seemed to validate the man's conclusion, causing a smile to involuntarily creep onto his lips.
Ye Zhongming shook his head, his hands naturally hanging at his sides, looking at the eighth-level expert from the Temple of Dawn before him.
“Do you know what I hate most about you guys?”
“Oh? Do tell,” the man said, a hint of cruelty appearing on his face.
“It’s that you love to show off too much.”