The night mountain wind howled, Basil Jaak stood atop a mountain peak, behind him were Phoebe and Brain Fitzell.
At this moment, the night city had become tense with anticipation. From miles away, Basil Jaak could sense a murderous aura in the air.
"No need to wait anymore, tomorrow, we'll attack tomorrow!"
Even with the strict defenses of the night city, Basil Jaak, having seized the favorable timing and positioning, would not be afraid.
His gaze was solemn, as if he had anticipated the brutality of tomorrow's war.
"Everything is arranged. The Demon Clan and the Sect Alliance will closely coordinate with us when the time comes, launching attacks from the other two city gates of the night city. With a three-pronged attack, not even the night city's wall of steel could stop our advance."
Phoebe confidently said from behind Basil Jaak.
