As an Elf City, Danalan's military strength was by no means weak.
Typically, among the enemies harboring ill intentions toward the elves, only an elderly Green Dragon, who had presided over the forest for years and commanded several monster armies, was qualified to covet it.
With the Vajra Body for defense, and Gathering Form and Scattering Energy for escape, most important of all was a calm mind. Leon was not worried; he knew the elves of Danalan were well-prepared.
If being prepared was still not enough, it would shatter their Elf Dao Heart, leaving them incapable of resisting in the future. If things came to the worst and he couldn't win, no one could stop him from leaving either.
True to his word, exactly three days later, not one day early nor late, Leon woke from a sound sleep, feasted heartily, and arrived at Danalan's outskirts. From afar, he could see the Elf army ready for battle. While still in flight, he equipped his gear, and upon landing, drew the Catastrophe Blade.
