The elders in the council room stood up from their seats and gathered around the sand table to study the terrain of South Ridge.
Tang Zhi grabbed a handful of small flags representing the Martial Ancestors from South Ridge Beast Valley and placed most of them in the due south of South Ridge, then stuck the remaining few on some floating islands not far from it.
Studying the terrain, South Ridge had become an isolated mountain, surrounded. As the flooding slowly subsided, if the Mi Clan stationed troops at various bases and launched continuous attacks, the cost of defending South Ridge would be too high. The Tang Clan was already short of troops, and after losing several Martial Ancestors they were even more strained for resources. The council members' brows furrowed tightly at the surprise attack by the Mi Clan at this critical juncture.
