Wild Dogs

Yang Fan was startled upon seeing this.

"Didn't Master tell me to go back to the camp and stay put? Why am I being made to stay?"

"It's nothing, I just changed my mind."

Xue Ming stared at him.

Do you have a problem with that?

Yang Fan's heart pounded, and he quickly lowered his head.

"I wouldn't dare, disciple will obey Master."

"That's good."

Then Xue Ming looked at Yin Ming beside him.

"Please, Brother Yinming, arrange a place for my disciple to stay, a safe place for him to settle down."

"My disciple is not strong enough, please bear with him."

Yin Ming burst into laughter.

"That's easy. Since he's Brother Xue Ming's disciple, we should definitely take care of him."

Then, Yin Ming waved his hand to the side, beckoning several people to arrange accommodations for Yang Fan.

Yang Fan was in a state of utter confusion.

According to Xue Ming's original plan, he should have stayed in the camp and made further plans after the great battle.

Yang Fan had no idea why Xue Ming suddenly changed his mind.

He looked at the others with a somewhat blank expression.

Meanwhile, the others had already begun to leave one after another.

Yang Fan had no choice but to wait patiently.

After a while, Yang Fan was assigned to a room in the fortress.

Because Xue Ming specifically instructed him, Yang Fan's residence was not too far from the center of the fortress.

This made Yang Fan even more confused about what Xue Ming was up to.

After he explained the whole story to Zhou Peng, Zhou Peng was at a loss for what to do.

"Let's wait and see. In the current situation, you are too weak to resist."

"Let's just follow his arrangements for now, and figure out what to do if anything unusual happens."

There was no other way; Xue Ming was too powerful, and Yang Fan was no match for him. He could only lie low for the time being.

He obediently sat cross-legged in his room to meditate and improve his strength.

The next morning, Yang Fan was awakened by the sound of a bugle.

He hurriedly left the room and looked into the distance.

At this moment, on the city wall of the fortress, several monks were blowing several huge horns with all their might.

The sound of horns echoed throughout the city, and the cultivators busied themselves in a flurry of activity.

"What's going on?"

Yang Fan was extremely surprised and hurriedly ran towards the city wall.

As they ran to the city wall, a muffled sound came from afar.

Flying was prohibited in the fortress, so Yang Fan jogged to the edge of the city wall and looked down.

When he looked outside the fortress, his scalp tingled with fear.

Beneath the fortress, the Great Xia Kingdom has already launched an attack.

Looking around, thousands of spirit beasts were marching in neat formation toward the fortress.

These spirit beasts seemed to be controlled by someone, their movements were perfectly synchronized, comparable to an army.

As the spirit beasts drew closer, their synchronized steps caused the earth to tremble.

Hearing that trembling sound, all the cultivators present felt a chill run down their spines.

Yang Fan wiped the sweat from his brow.

He increasingly felt that staying in the fortress was a mistake.

Behind these spirit beasts, a large group of cultivators flew over.

Yang Fan looked around, though he couldn't see the whole group clearly.

Judging from what we can see, the enemy has far more cultivators than those in these fortresses.

As the spirit beasts and cultivators drew closer, Yang Fan's mood became increasingly depressed.

This is troublesome.

He increasingly felt that staying in the fortress was a mistake.

If they keep fighting like this, Xue Ming won't even need to lift a finger.

Once the fortress is breached, he will be killed by the cultivators of the Great Xia Kingdom.

Just as Yang Fan was pondering, the people of the Great Xia Kingdom below launched a fierce attack.

The spirit beast roared as it charged toward the fortress.

The cultivators behind also launched various attacks, pressing down on the fortress.

The attacks from these spirit beasts and cultivators were about to land on the fortress.

Just then, a faint blue light shield rose from the surroundings, completely enveloping the entire fortress.

"A formation?"

Yang Fan stared in astonishment at the light shields surrounding the fortress.

Clearly, a formation was also set up here when the fortress was built.

It was precisely because of this formation that the first wave of attacks from the cultivators of the Great Xia Kingdom was blocked.

At the same time, the spirit beasts rushed to the front of the formation, crashing into it and bleeding profusely.

"kill."

Seeing that the first wave of attack had failed, the soldiers of the Great Xia Kingdom immediately roared.

The sounds of battle echoed all around, making everyone present feel dizzy.

Even Yang Fan felt a chill run down his spine.

A moment later, the monks behind began assembling something resembling a catapult.

It seems that the Great Xia Kingdom had already prepared the weapons to attack the fortress.

These catapults are different from those in the mortal world.

Everything on the catapult was imbued with spiritual energy.

Its attack power far surpasses that of ordinary catapults.

Yang Fan looked around, shook his head slightly, and hurriedly stepped back.

Once the contents of the catapult are launched, danger will follow.

At times like these, one must stay away from the city walls.

Fortunately, he was a disciple of Xue Ming and did not need to guard the city himself, so it was not that dangerous.

Just as Yang Fan stood at the edge of the fortress looking into the distance, a voice came from behind.

"Alright, move a little further away from here, be careful not to get hurt."

Yang Fan hurriedly turned around and saw Xue Ming flying over from the side.

He quickly bowed in greeting.

Xue Ming nodded slightly to him, then flew upwards.

He waved his hand, and a stream of spiritual energy flowed into the array in front of him, making the array's light even brighter.

Just as Xue Ming was reinforcing the formation, the attacks from the front became increasingly fierce.

The Great Xia Kingdom has far too many manpower and spirit beasts that it can mobilize.

Under their repeated attacks, the entire formation was on the verge of collapse.

Fortunately, with Xue Ming present, the formation was able to hold out and was never breached.

The fighting continued until dusk before the Great Xia Kingdom's troops slowly retreated.

Yang Fan looked towards the other fortresses in the distance.

He roughly knew that the other fortresses were probably in similar condition, all on the verge of collapse.

This made Yang Fan somewhat worried.

If the fighting continues like this, the fortress will probably be breached in no time.

By then, Xue Ming won't even need to lift a finger; he'll be killed by the others.

"Go back, don't stay here."

As the siege came to an end, Xue Ming calmly gave Yang Fan his instructions.

Yang Fan felt a chill run down his spine and could only hurriedly bow and return to his room.

In the following days, the offensive from the Great Xia Kingdom became increasingly fierce.

A tense atmosphere permeated the entire fortress.

The atmosphere in the fortress was initially boosted by the arrival of reinforcements such as Xue Ming.

However, as the offensive intensified over the past few days, the atmosphere gradually became somber.

That evening, Yang Fan was meditating cross-legged in his room when a voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"Yang Fan, come with me."

Hearing the voice, Yang Fan was startled and hurriedly came out.

As he stepped out of the room, he saw Xue Ming standing outside.

Yang Fan hurriedly bowed to Xue Ming.

"What are your instructions, Master?"

Xue Ming glanced at Yang Fan but remained silent.

He grabbed Yang Fan's clothes and flew out of the city with him.