With the cover of the Wanhao Stone Nest, the Gold-Munching Mouse clan had no need to appear in large numbers on the surface, so there was no risk of any flaws being discovered.
At this moment, everyone's morale was high, their attention fixed on the various leaders as they listened intently to the battle assignments and the pre-battle pep talks.
It had to be said, the imperial family had truly spared no expense this time, offering generous rewards to the first wave of warriors who would launch the assault.
This kind of incentive, this binding of interests, had significantly boosted the fighting spirit of many participants. It also served to cultivate a prevailing narrative: the Holy Land was a thing of the past. From now on, the Divine Kingdom would answer to the imperial family alone. Only the royal house could bestow wealth and glory upon everyone.
Though the mobilization didn't last long, every warrior in the ranks had blood boiling in their veins. It was plain to see—their fighting spirit had been ignited.
"Good! The time has come! The Holy Land is on its last legs. After this battle, the Holy Land's final stronghold will fall, and you shall become warriors who changed the course of history! Your names will echo through the ages!"
"Kill!"
As the order for the general assault was issued, the first wave of warriors—all those who had been assigned specific tasks—unleashed their most formidable weapons and unleashed their most dazzling techniques, launching frenzied attacks against every weak point in the grand formation.
The outer defensive formation was absolutely fortress-grade. Under the relentless bombardment, however, cracks had begun to appear in the formation over the past period of time.
Yet those few cracks had done nothing to undermine the formation's offensive capabilities.
So fundamentally speaking, the Anti-Holy Land Alliance had not actually dealt a fatal blow to the Holy Land during this period—they had failed to destroy its foundation.
In other words, although the Holy Land had lost control of large swathes of territory, its core regions and key figures remained intact.
It could be said that this period had been rather unsuccessful for the Anti-Holy Land Alliance.
That was why this time, the Alliance had gathered all its strength, intending to end the war in a single decisive strike.
This scale of assault was indeed putting tremendous pressure on the grand formation. Fortunately, the Holy Land had received advance intelligence and had reinforced the formation at many points.
As a result, despite the Alliance's ferocious offensive, the Holy Land's formation was somehow holding firm.
The Alliance, of course, had multiple contingencies in play.
As the first wave of warriors launched their frenzied attacks, a second group also moved out. But rather than stepping forward to assist, this batch simply opened their throats and began hurling insults.
"What kind of Holy Land is this? Nothing but a bunch of turtles hiding in their shells!"
"The Eternal Divine Kingdom has been controlled by these cowards all along—what a tragedy for the kingdom!"
"Cowards! Cowards! Do you dare come out and fight?"
These cultivators were largely crude and vulgar. No one knew where such a motley crew had been recruited from—they were as sordid as anyone could imagine.
However, while this kind of taunting might not necessarily draw the Holy Land's defenders out, it was undoubtedly a massive blow to the Holy Land's dignity.
If the Holy Land didn't even dare to face a bunch of scum like this, the news would spread far and wide, severely undermining the Holy Land's prestige.
Inside the Holy Land, various voices were now rising in debate.
Some advocated rushing out for a sortie to crush the Alliance's momentum.
Others insisted on holding firm in their defense—no risks could be taken. At a critical juncture, they had to keep their composure, endure the humiliation, and bear the burden.
Jiang Chen, in the sector he had been assigned to guard, was putting on quite a spectacular show. But he was a textbook case of making a lot of noise while doing nothing of substance—his attacks looked devastating on the surface, yet in reality, they carried no real force.
Under the greater scheme of things, his performance hadn't exposed too many flaws.
What concerned Jiang Chen far more at this moment was the progress of the Gold-Munching Mouse clan.
If the mice could successfully distribute the Wind-Chaos Soul-Scattering Powder to every corner, then he was supremely confident he could turn the tide of this battle.
Two to three thousand attackers—their collective striking power was truly fearsome.
Under the frenzied assault, the grand formation had developed numerous cracks, and the defenses in many areas had been exposed. The Holy Land cultivators stationed in those sectors were now laid bare in the open void, becoming direct targets for the Alliance's cultivators.
This meant that opportunities for close-quarters combat were growing more frequent by the minute.
After all, this formation operated in layers upon layers, like peeling a bamboo shoot—once you stripped away one layer, another lay beneath, but each layer was guarded by powerful Holy Land cultivators at critical junctures.
The moment one layer was breached, bloody combat was inevitable.
Watching the situation unfold, Jiang Chen felt a growing sense of urgency. He understood clearly that the Holy Land could not afford this kind of sustained attrition.
If the formation continued to erode at this rate, even if it wasn't breached outright, the Holy Land would suffer devastating damage to its vitality.
If the imperial family and the Xiahou clan organized several more attacks like this, the entire formation might genuinely face the danger of collapse.
Once it fell and the Alliance army poured through, their overwhelming numerical advantage would be more than sufficient to slaughter most of the Holy Land's cultivators on the spot.
Even if a handful managed to escape using their personal Divine Abilities, where in the entire Divine Kingdom could they possibly hide?
"Warriors, magnificent work! Ancestor Lou Chan is most pleased—keep it up!"
Prince Shang's voice rang out, encouraging the cultivators at the front lines. At the same time, he continuously dispatched reinforcements, feeding fresh troops into the fray.
Whenever someone fell, he immediately sent in replacements without delay.