In the face of an insignificant difference in strength, a slight intelligence gap could be fatally decisive.
For Xu Yuan, Li Qingyan, and even the more than ten thousand Northern Border White Armors arrayed below the city, they all knew that they had no reinforcements.
Facing the overwhelming might of a Saint akin to a god, their only hope was to stake everything on a single throw for a sliver of survival.
But Chi Su didn't know this.
