Ye Hanjun was not optimistic about this operation.
At least for now, the Flame Child was as solid as a rock, and even several town mayors combined couldn't possibly take it down.
Using their superior numbers to focus their firepower was hard to achieve in an environment like a mine.
One misstep, and before the Flame Child has done anything, our side could be buried alive underground, fleeing helter-skelter in utter disarray.
"Let's wait and see, if Blue Eel Town can bring some reinforcements, and balance the power of both sides, we still have a chance to fish in troubled waters."
"Otherwise, there's no need to go to the trouble, playing the role of a bystander is enough."
After Ye Hanjun made the initial plan, a sound of something breaking through the air echoed through the sky.
In the distant sky, a large goose was whistling in the wind.
It looked like it's flapping two fans, its wingbones bent, the feathers rotating, whooshing downwards in a dive.