On the front lines, the flames of war still burned intermittently.
From time to time, Xiao Sanxuan, Zhong Zunyang, the Seventh Prince of the Great Xuan Dynasty, and the others would personally enter the fray.
However, just as Fang Yang had predicted, momentum was fleeting. The first charge is fierce, the second wanes, and the third is spent.
The intensity of the fighting was, in the end, not as ferocious as it had been at the very beginning.
Although the enemy forces also showed signs of shifting between feints and all-out assaults at any moment, with Su Xi's command and control keeping them suppressed, everything remained stable.
Unless something unexpected happened to the three armies led by Yu Zither Immortal, Fu Nuannuan, and Silver Phoenix, the current stalemate was bound to continue for quite some time.
Fang Yang was keenly aware of this.
And so, far behind the front lines, Fang Yang cultivated in silence, increasing his strength.
