Chapter 16 Impending Doom

Prajna Ezhang personally led an army of twenty thousand men, and now they had arrived at the city.

Ye Cang, standing on the city wall, frowned, gazing at the twenty thousand-strong Prajna army.

"Feng Lei and Luke will need two more days to completely shake off the side effects. Although these Prajnas are generally weak in combat... this number, like dark clouds pressing down, will exhaust me before I can kill them all. I'll collapse, ripe for the slaughter..."

As he was lost in thought, the undertaker Shahabis arrived at the city wall.

"Ye Cang, what are your thoughts or plans?"

Ye Cang, his eyes fixed on the surging Prajna army, said, "Friend... how many troops do you think they brought this time?"

Shahabis looked at the Prajnas, carefully scanning the crowd, and said, "At least twenty thousand."

"Friend, look... the leading Prajna exudes energy and battle intent that is definitely no less than mine."

"Adding these twenty thousand troops, we simply have no chance of winning with just our strength."

"In that case, how can I help you, Brother Ye?"

Without a moment's thought, Ye Cang said directly, "Hold them back! Just hold them for two days, and once Luke and Feng Lei recover, we'll have a chance!"

"Brother... I would like you to use sand to build defensive high walls around us to resist and stop the Prajna's advance."

After hearing Ye Cang's request, Shahabis's face showed difficulty, and he scratched his head, unsure how to express himself...

"Brother... what's wrong? Do you have some unspeakable problem?"

Shahabis hesitated and explained to Ye Cang, "Asking me to build high walls and barriers is naturally my forte. But... this lawless land of yours is even larger than my original territory."

"Once the high walls are built, the energy within me will also be exhausted. At that time, you will be left to fight alone."

After thinking for a moment, Ye Cang immediately shouted towards the city, "Little Goldfish! I need honey, a lot of honey."

Upon hearing the word "honey," Little Goldfish immediately turned and ran towards the Hua Mi tribe to provide Ye Cang with a large amount of honey.

After hearing about the honey, Shahabis suddenly thought of his previous fight with Prajna剎那 (Shà nà).

That time, if the honey hadn't replenished his strength in time, he and Ye Cang would have been done for.

The entire Hua Mi tribe carried large jars of honey and sent them to the city wall.

Ye Cang asked Little Goldfish, "How are Luke and Feng Lei doing now?"

Little Goldfish looked at Ye Cang, her eyes sparkling like stars, "Luke's weight is already recovering, at least he won't be blown away by the wind anymore."

"Feng Lei is also recovering quickly, drinking honey every day. Basic mobility is no longer a problem at all."

Ye Cang smiled and nodded, "You guys go first, I'll handle things here."

After the Hua Mi tribe left...

Little Goldfish still looked at Ye Cang's figure with reluctance, muttering in her heart, "You... you must be okay."

Little Goldfish subconsciously touched her stomach, then turned and left without looking back.

Shahabis roared, burning all his energy, "Sand Sanctuary!"

Before his voice faded, wind and sandstorms instantly erected large and small quicksand barriers on the ground, stretching for hundreds of miles, wrapping the lawless land and the surrounding area tightly.

Seeing this, Ye Cang hurriedly picked up a jar of honey, just about to pour it into Shahabis's mouth when...

Shahabis, due to overexertion, collapsed to the ground before the honey could enter his mouth, falling into a deep sleep.

At the same time...

Prajna Ezhang knew that Ye Cang was deliberately delaying the battle, and immediately ordered the entire army to attack the city.

"Charge!!!"

The Prajna army received their general's order, completely forgetting about life and death, and charged towards the lawless land.

Along the way... because the Prajna army encountered Shahabis's wall barriers, the offensive rhythm was not as smooth as Prajna Ezhang had expected.

Prajna Ezhang looked at the sand barriers, and the malice in his heart arose spontaneously, "This must be the masterpiece of the undertaker Shahabis."

"Unexpectedly... this kid is willing to work for Ye Cang."

The twenty thousand Prajna army launched a fierce attack from dawn until the red glow dyed the dusk.

The setting sun, thin on the branches, hanging in the sky, was like a wandering heart, never having a home.

In order to buy more time, Ye Cang also joined the battlefield of slaughter.

Ye Cang flashed in front of the army, and with a flick of his right arm!

A Wheel of Light descended, and wherever the light cut, the cannon fodder wailed miserably, receiving their lunch boxes on the spot.

Seeing that Ye Cang dared to come and die alone, tens of thousands of soldiers slashed at him with their knives.

With a whoosh!

While Ye Cang moved his body again with instantaneous flash, he frantically waved his arms.

Light flames were like fierce blade gales, cutting out in a half-moon shape from Ye Cang's arms. The squads of Prajna cannon fodder could not withstand the gales of light.

Before their bodies could even touch the light flame half-moon, they were torn into severed limbs by the outer gale wind blades.

Using the crisscrossing defensive works of the sand barriers, Ye Cang repeatedly flashed and moved, beheading the Prajna army.

Ye Cang's physical strength was not as good as Luke and Feng Lei, but his explosive destructive power and agility were slightly inferior to these two.

When his physical strength was almost exhausted, Ye Cang took down the honey from his waist and drank it, replenishing his strength and the energy needed for combat.

In this battle... the Prajna army struggled, suppressed by Ye Cang everywhere, and restricted by the sand barriers.

In the late hours of the night, the last jar of honey provided by the Hua Mi tribe had been used up.

And Ye Cang had already suffered from severe exhaustion.

If it weren't for the honey's forced life extension, Ye Cang would have been hacked to death by the Prajna army's random blades.

Supporting his body, dragging his exhaustion, Ye Cang came to the city wall and shouted at Prajna Ezhang, "Hey! Brother!"

"It's getting late, why don't we fight again tomorrow."

Prajna Ezhang's face remained unchanged, calculating in his heart, "The undertaker's sand barriers are indeed powerful! After fighting for so long, we haven't even touched their city walls. Continuing to fight like this will still yield no results."

Prajna Ezhang shouted towards Ye Cang, "I am Prajna Ezhang, remember my name, we'll meet again."