In spite of this, there were many experienced martial artists on the side. How could they not see the crux of the matter? It was true that the assassins' individual killing ability was unparalleled and difficult to fight, but they had the absolute advantage in numbers. As long as they did not act recklessly and advanced slowly, the outcome would be different!
Furthermore, there was an invisible force that used all sorts of rumors and methods to transmit these strategies and tactics to everyone's ears.
Based on such strategies and tactics, the martial artists maintained a slow advance.
And the result of this was … tens of thousands of assassins were trapped on the other side!
It was impossible for them to escape!
To break out of the encirclement, Hen Bieli had organized dozens of ambushes, but it was completely futile. All of them were casualties and manpower depleted.
There were casualties on both sides. The assassins suffered at least thousands of casualties every day, while the martial artists were dying as well. The number of people who died each day was much more than the assassins!
In spite of this, the number of martial artists was too great. There were still reinforcements for those who died, and more people came to replace them. The total military strength was growing day by day, while the assassins had no source of support.
One death meant one less.
The disparity in strength between both sides was growing wider.
The stench of blood could be smelled clearly in Yutang's palace, even from half the city away.
After seven to eight days, the east of Yutang had completely turned into a ghostly realm, a bloody hell! If it were not for Yutang's soldiers who went in a few times a day to collect the corpses, the plague would have spread long ago.
In these days, the common people in the east of the city had migrated out like they were fleeing from a famine.
The holdouts who refused to leave no matter how the soldiers tried to persuade them were now crawling out even if their legs were broken.
Oh my God, it was terrifying.
The soldiers, on the other hand, were reveling in the misfortune of others.
One day, Tie Zheng suddenly received a confidential letter.
There were only a few words in the letter – Are you stupid? You only know how to complain about being poor every day. Why don't you seize this opportunity to make a fortune? What are you waiting for? So many martial artists are trapped in the east of the city. Are they not going to eat or drink?
Tie Zheng felt that it was … Hmm! It made sense!
This was like a wake-up call for someone who was dreaming!
Therefore, he immediately sent soldiers in to do business – selling wine, meat, vegetables, steamed buns, and all sorts of food. It was very convenient.
It was not known whether it was reasonable or expected, but the business was booming.
Even though everything on sale was ten times more expensive than outside, the Jianghu masters were all eager to buy them, spending a fortune without changing their expressions.
At this time in the Land, they could be in danger at any time, so why should they care about money? Maintaining full stamina was the most important thing. Wasn't it just ten times more expensive? Don't worry!
I want it.
Usually, after the purchase, they would give a lot of money as a reward!
In the face of life and death, wealth was just a worldly possession!
However, this made things even worse for the assassins on the other side.
Yutang's military food business did not prohibit the killers from buying it. Anyone in the east side of the city could buy it, but the current situation was that the killers were being oppressed by countless martial artists and dared not come out at all.
When the food arrived, the assassins also wanted to eat. They wanted to eat a hot meal, so they could only gather their elites to escort them out to buy it.
He had killed his way out, bought it, and then killed his way back. He had gone through a lot of trouble, which was definitely not normal …
Often, hundreds of people would run out to buy steamed buns, but in the end, not a single steamed bun could be seen. These hundreds of people would also be gone …
In fact, many high-level assassins were equipped with spatial rings, which more or less contained supplies, so they wouldn't starve to death.
But this was also not a normal method.
The reality now was that there were more and more martial artists, but there were fewer and fewer assassins.
Every time they tried to break out of the encirclement, they were pushed back by the other party as if their lives depended on it. Was it not good to be here?
Of course, they had to fight for their lives. If we die here, we can still be sent back!
Why are you all running?
If you run somewhere else and break the rules, everyone will be out of luck, you know?
That would be a true death without a burial ground! You bunch of detestable killers! Do you want me to die without a burial ground?
This was what truly drove the assassins to tears.
Hen Bieli had slimmed down over the past few days. He looked like a skeletal spirit, bony and bony.
"Yutang's imperial court … They're obviously planning to use the martial world's manpower to wipe out the world's assassins in one fell swoop. After this battle, there won't be any more assassins in this world. The so-called assassin's league is destined to vanish into thin air …" Hen Bieli looked at Hong Zhan, his eyes filled with deep exhaustion.
"Hong Zhan, think about it carefully. Have you really fallen for their trap?"
It seemed like this was a trap, a trap specifically targeted at assassins.
What Hen Bieli could not figure out was who could be so capable as to dig such a huge trap!
Hong Zhan tugged at his hair, feeling wronged. "Big brother, look. This dragonhide treasure map is genuine. Can it be fake?"
He took out the treasure map and placed it before everyone, allowing them to come closer and appraise it.
After a round of appraisal, the group came to a unanimous conclusion – this was definitely the real deal!
It was genuine, without a trace of fakery!
In spite of this, it was even more intriguing!
"We're all decisive people, but let me ask you, who would be willing to use this to dig a trap?" Hong Zhan was so depressed that he almost committed suicide. "Big brother, if it were you, would you be willing to do it? Even if it were Ling Xiaozui or Dugu Chou … would he be willing to do it? "
Hen Bieli burned and hacked at the map to verify it. This was the fifth time he had confirmed that this thing was real!
Everyone in the assassin's league agreed that Hong Zhan was right!
Who would be willing to use such a treasure to dig a trap?
Unless there was something wrong with their brains?
In spite of this, what was going on with the current situation?
Was it a coincidence of fate, a coincidence formed by various specific factors, or perhaps it was a chain reaction formed by some other reason? Thoughts ran wild, but it was hard to come to a conclusion!
It was true that the imperial court had a plan, but behind the many Jianghu people outside, there must be someone behind the scenes helping to add fuel to the fire. There might even be an organizer. Otherwise, it would be impossible for them to be so united.
But what exactly was the problem?
He really couldn't figure it out no matter how he thought about it!
The wind howled high in the sky, the clouds were thick.
In the dark of night, the clouds hung low. The weather looked like it was going to snow, but it also looked like it was going to rain. In short, the sky was covered in dark clouds, a storm was coming.
The strong wind spiraled back and forth, whimpering endlessly.
Yun Yang melted into the clouds in the sky, watching Yutang's east district coldly.
Everything that had happened so far was going according to plan, and everything was going according to plan!
Just like what Hong Zhan had said, as well as what Hen Bieli and the rest of the assassin's league were thinking, how could anyone be willing to give up the treasure map that involved the legacy of the world's strongest legend, the Seventeenth Master of the Abyss?
Even Ling Xiaozui, Dugu Chou, the Four Seasons Tower's Mr. Nian, God of Wine Gu Chaliang, and God of Wine Feng Xiange would find it difficult to give up such a treasure so easily. There was no cultivator in this world who could resist the temptation of this legacy!
What they did not know was that there was one person in this world who could resist this temptation!
Not only had he resisted it, but he had also used this temptation to its fullest extent, throwing it away without hesitation, creating an extreme confrontation between the countless martial world people and the assassin's league!
There was no room for negotiation now. The annihilation of the assassin's league was only a matter of time, but this outcome was secondary to Yun Yang.
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