Chapter 648 Reinforcements will arrive sooner or later!

Suddenly, a muffled cough broke the brief silence. Senior Fu, who was standing in the middle of the city wall, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his body swayed, and he fainted on the ground.

The surrounding soul masters exclaimed and rushed forward. Lu Yu walked over quickly and felt Fu Lao's pulse. He found that his soul power foundation was only damaged by the impact of the soul cannon. His life was not in danger, but he was afraid that he would not be able to fight again in a short time.

The atmosphere on the city wall became increasingly solemn. Yuan Shao, the leader of the defenders, stood on a high place with a face as gloomy as water.

He was tall, with a resolute face, but there was a hint of fatigue between his brows.

The offensive of the Wuhun Empire was far beyond expectations. The power of the soul cannon had already severely damaged the morale of the defenders, and the subsequent strong attack made the situation even worse.

In the distance, in the Wuhun Empire's camp, Hu Liena was dressed in a golden-red robe, with a cold and majestic temperament. She waved her hand and gave an order, and the soul cannon bombardment stopped abruptly, replaced by an overwhelming army of soul masters.

The four Titled Douluo were like four towering mountains, and they slowly approached the city wall with twelve Soul Douluo and hundreds of powerful soul masters.

The oppressive feeling was like a dark cloud pressing down on everyone on the city wall, making it difficult for everyone to breathe.

Yuan Shao clenched his fists, glanced at the defenders behind him, and said in a low but firm voice: "We can't hold on any longer."

He paused, turned to his subordinates, and said in a deep voice: "Immediately arrange for a troop to retreat and preserve our strength."

As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding generals were immediately in an uproar.

A young Soul Douluo couldn't help but step forward and said anxiously, "Sir! If we retreat now, won't we completely lose morale? Our brothers are still fighting to defend the city. If they get wind of the retreat, I'm afraid..."

Before he could finish his words, Yuan Shao suddenly waved his hand, his gaze sweeping across the crowd like a knife: "My decision is made! Execute the order!"

His voice was filled with unquestionable authority. Although everyone was unwilling, they could only bow their heads and obey his orders.

Lu Yu stood aside and watched everything silently.

He could feel Yuan Shao's inner struggle - as the commander of the city defense, Yuan Shao had a heavier burden on his shoulders than anyone else.

Faced with the overwhelming combat power of the Wuhun Empire, retreat would undermine morale, but if Mengyang City insisted on defending, it would probably be wiped out.

The corners of Lu Yu's mouth rose slightly, and a cunning light flashed in his eyes.

He walked forward slowly and whispered, "Master Yuan, I have a way to repel the enemy in a short time."

Yuan Shao was stunned when he heard this. He turned to look at the young spirit master, a hint of doubt in his eyes: "You? What's your plan?"

Lu Yu smiled, his tone a little teasing: "The method is a bit harmful, but it works."

Yuan Shao frowned, obviously dissatisfied with Lu Yu's "dirty trick"

He had doubts in his heart, but the battle situation was critical, so he had no choice but to say in a deep voice, "Tell me about it."

Lu Yu lowered his voice and slowly told his plan.

After hearing this, Yuan Shao's expression became a little strange, and he asked doubtfully, "Is this...really possible?"

Lu Yu spread his hands and said in a relaxed tone: "You will know if you try it."

Yuan Shao was silent for a moment, his eyes sweeping across the enemy troops approaching the city wall. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Alright! I'll do it your way!"

He turned to the deputy general beside him and ordered: "Get ready immediately and execute Lu Yu's plan!"

Although the deputy general looked confused, seeing Yuan Shao's firm attitude, he had to go down quickly to make arrangements.

The battle on the city wall became more and more intense. The soul masters of the Wuhun Empire came like a tide, and the light of their soul skills intertwined into a gorgeous but deadly ocean in the night sky.

The soul masters defending the city tried their best to block it. The explosions of soul power collisions came one after another. The city walls were covered with blood and injured soul masters were constantly carried down.

Even so, the Wuhun Empire's offensive remained unstoppable, and the defenders were gradually compressed to the edge of the city wall.

Lu Yu stood aside, watching the battle calmly, holding a small storage soul guide in his hand, with a meaningful smile on his lips.

Soon, Yuan Shao's order spread throughout the army, and the soul masters defending the city began to act according to Lu Yu's plan.

Dozens of soul masters quickly carried bags of red powder onto the city wall. The powder emitted a pungent smell that made people frown unconsciously.

Lu Yu personally inspected the powder, nodded with satisfaction, and then said to Yuan Shao: "Sir, the time is almost here."

Yuan Shao took a deep breath, waved his hand and ordered: "Release!"

Following an order, the soul masters on the city wall threw bags of red powder at the enemy troops below the city.

The powder scattered in the air, forming a thick red haze that quickly enveloped the Spirit Master Corps of the Spirit Empire.

That was the chili powder that Lu Yu had carefully prepared. He chose the spiciest variety and ground it using a special process. It was enough to make a person lose their fighting power in an instant.

As soon as the red powder mist came into contact with the enemy, it triggered a violent reaction.

The soul masters rushing in the front were caught off guard. After inhaling the powder, they started coughing uncontrollably. Their eyes were irritated and tears flowed, and their vision became blurred.

Even some of the stronger Soul Douluos were caught off guard by the sudden spicy feeling, and the rhythm of releasing their soul skills was completely disrupted.

"Great Soul Masters, Soul Lords, all retreat!"

In the Wuhun Empire camp, a Soul Douluo roared and tried to stabilize the situation, but his voice was quickly drowned out by coughs.

The power of chili powder was beyond imagination. The middle and low-level soul masters were completely unable to resist it and staggered back, covering their mouths and noses.

The defenders seized the opportunity and unleashed their soul skills like a rainstorm. In just a few minutes, dozens of enemy soul masters who had lost their ability to resist were killed, and their blood dyed the land under the city wall red.

The Wuhun Empire's offensive collapsed instantly, and the originally aggressive soul master army was forced to retreat.

A Soul Douluo in charge of the command had a furious look on his face. He waved his hand to disperse the red mist in front of him and shouted angrily, "Retreat from the battlefield! How shameless!"

However, when he heard his men report that they were "forced to retreat by chili powder"

After learning the reason, his expression became extremely interesting, with shock and helplessness.

He cursed under his breath and then carefully reported the situation to the camp.

When the news reached the Wuhun Empire camp, the top brass in the tent were in an uproar.

Ju Douluo Yue Guan frowned, his tone filled with disdain: "Chili powder? Can such a trivial trick force our army to retreat?"

Ghost Douluo beside him shook his head and said in a deep voice: "The soul power of low-level soul masters is limited, and it is indeed difficult for them to resist this kind of thing.

This kid Lu Yu is really insidious."

The generals in the tent were discussing the matter. Some were angry, some were helpless, but they all had to admit that this "bad move"

The effect was unexpected.

Hu Liena was sitting in the main seat. She was slightly startled when she heard the words and looked outside the tent with complicated eyes.

She waved her hand for everyone to be quiet and said in a deep voice, "Let the soldiers rest for now and adjust the deployment."

Ju Douluo was unwilling to give in. He stood up and said, "Saintess, this chili powder is only a temporary solution! Tomorrow I will personally lead the team and lead the four Titled Douluos in a strong attack. We will definitely be able to break the city!"

Hu Liena shook her head, her tone calm but firm: "No need, I have another way."

She paused, turned to Ju Douluo, and asked, "How is the battle going on my brother's side?"

Ju Douluo replied respectfully, "The Second Legion had previously been unstoppable, capturing many cities, but the latest intelligence shows that they were blocked by the Third Legion of the Jialuo Empire.

This legion is led by the Dark Armored Dragon Family's young patriarch, Wanzu. Most of its members are elites from the Advanced Soul Master Academy, and their strength should not be underestimated."

When Hu Liena heard this, a soft light flashed in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly: "I believe in my brother, he will definitely win."

She waved her hand to let Ju Douluo leave, and silence returned to the tent.

It was late at night. Hu Liena walked out of the tent alone, stood at the edge of the camp, and looked towards the direction of Mengyang City.

The flames on the city wall were still flickering, as if telling of the fierceness of the battle.

She murmured softly, "Is it you, Lu Yu?"

Her thoughts couldn't help but drift back to a year ago. At that time, Lu Yu was wearing a golden and red robe similar to hers, smiling wildly and ostentatiously. The scene of him fighting side by side with her was still vivid in her mind.

That time, they cooperated seamlessly on the battlefield, and he could always use some unexpected tricks to resolve the crisis, just like Chili Powder today.

She sighed softly, her eyes filled with complex emotions, including admiration, helplessness, and a hint of excitement that she herself was unwilling to admit.

The night wind blew, and Hu Liena's hair fluttered gently. She withdrew her gaze, turned around and walked back to the tent.

The early morning in Mengyang City was shrouded in a thin layer of mist. The air was filled with the smell of moist earth, mixed with a faint smell of burning left over from the battles of the previous few days.

The sentinels on the city wall stared into the distance, their spears trembling slightly, as if they had sensed the coming storm.

Inside the city, the streets were deserted, and most people stayed at home. The occasional whispers revealed a sense of unease.

Lu Yu stood at a corner of the city wall, overlooking the rolling hills outside the city, his eyes as deep as the abyss.

He was dressed in a green robe and wore an ancient long sword at his waist. When the wind blew, the hem of his robe swayed gently, making him look particularly calm.

Yuan Shao walked slowly, wearing golden armor. Although his steps were steady, his brows could not hide his fatigue.

He stopped, patted Lu Yu on the shoulder, and said in a low and sincere voice: "Lu Yu, thanks to your method these days, Mengyang City has been able to hold on until now.

If it weren't for the soul power formations you set up, we would have been blasted to pieces by the Soul Empire's soul cannons."

There was a hint of gratitude in his tone, but more of a lingering heaviness.

Lu Yu turned around, looked at Yuan Shao calmly, and shook his head slightly: "General Yuan, you are too kind.

All I did was try my best.

The strength of the Wuhun Empire's First Legion is far more than what we see.

What they are showing now is just the tip of the iceberg.”

His voice was cold, with a hint of barely perceptible worry, "The situation will only get more difficult from now on."

When Yuan Shao heard this, his expression changed slightly and a serious look flashed in his eyes.

He was silent for a moment, then turned his gaze to the peaceful hills outside the city and whispered, "You're right.

Although the Wuhun Empire's offensive has been fierce these days, I always feel that they are holding back.

Their soul guides are incredibly powerful, and their soul master corps is well-trained, but they haven't used their full strength to attack the city... This makes me a little uneasy."

He paused, frowned, and said, "Lu Yu, what do you think they are up to?"

Lu Yu did not answer immediately, but narrowed his eyes and stared into the distance.

The morning mist gradually dissipated, revealing an open plain. The flag of the Wuhun Empire camp could be vaguely seen fluttering in the wind.

He felt a vague sense of unease in his heart. The First Legion of the Wuhun Empire was known as the most elite force in the empire. It had four Titled Douluo and tens of thousands of soul masters.

With such a force, capturing Mengyang City should have been a piece of cake, but they delayed launching a general attack. This abnormal behavior left Lu Yu puzzled.

"Maybe they're waiting for something."

Lu Yu finally spoke in a low voice, "With their strength, they could have attacked by force long ago, but they chose to consume our strength.

Maybe, he's waiting for us to reveal a flaw, or..."

He paused, his eyes darkening slightly, "They are waiting for stronger reinforcements."

After hearing this, Yuan Shao frowned even deeper.

He turned around, holding onto the stone buttress of the city wall with both hands, and glanced at the scattered patrolling spirit masters in the city. He sighed and said, "The reinforcements from the capital haven't arrived yet. We only have one Sea Douluo here, and the strength of the other spirit masters... you've seen it too, it's hard for them to compete with the Spirit Empire.

If they really attack with all their might, Mengyang City will be in great danger."

Lu Yu nodded, but his heart was complicated.

He knew that what Yuan Shao said was true.

Although Mengyang City is an important pass of the Jialuo Empire, the terrain is not very steep and the strength of the defenders is far inferior to that of the elite in the capital.

Now, the only Titled Douluo in the city, Hai Douluo, although powerful, has no chance of winning against the combined forces of the four Titled Douluos of the Spirit Empire.

What's more, the spirit guides of the Wuhun Empire are incredibly powerful. The spirit cannons that are comparable to bombs are enough to render any defensive fortifications useless.

"General Yuan, things have come to this point. We can only do our best."

Lu Yu's voice was firm, "The capital will not sit idly by and watch Mengyang City fall. Reinforcements will arrive sooner or later.

What we need to do now is to hold on to the offensive of the past few days.

As long as we can delay time, the situation may turn around."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Shao forced a smile and patted Lu Yu on the shoulder: "You are right.

Young man, I admire your calmness.

Go and rest, your strength will be needed for the next battle."

Lu Yu nodded, turned and left the city wall.

He walked down the stone steps with steady steps, but his heart was far less calm than he appeared.

He knew that with his current strength, he was only at the peak of Soul King and was still one step away from becoming a Soul Emperor.

Even though he was gifted and had a unique martial spirit, he was still powerless in the face of the massive offensive of the First Legion of the Martial Spirit Empire.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning slightly white, and thought to himself, "If I were stronger, perhaps..."

"Lu Yu!"

A crisp voice interrupted his thoughts.

Meng Yiran walked over quickly, her light green outfit outlining her slender figure. A look of concern was on her face. "What are you thinking about? Your brows are so furrowed that they could kill a mosquito."

Lu Yu looked up and saw Meng Yiran's bright eyes, and forced a smile: "Nothing, I just think the Wuhun Empire's behavior is a bit strange.

They clearly have the ability to attack, but they're hesitant to act. I always feel like something's wrong."