The chant of Di Ti rang out from the watchtowers, carrying a strange charm that spread around like a golden bell tolling in the plane of divine grace.
Eferot, who was about to give the order to attack, swallowed his words back under the gilding of the golden tune.
"Order a full withdrawal. Abandon the attack plans," Eferot commanded.
His order was met with questions from the soldiers by his side, "Your Highness Zhen Luo King, we have planned this attack for a long time, and His Majesty has repeatedly paid attention to and signed off on this military action. If we end it hastily, I'm afraid we won't be able to explain ourselves to His Majesty!"
