"Yizhi, can acting as the tiger's minion lure some of Lin Qing's men over?" Standing on the city wall and manipulating the water of the moat with the power of the Sea God, which caused neatly arranged waves to ripple, Duge asked Zhang Yizhi beside him, "I don't really like being passive. Only by slowly chipping away at Lin Qing's three-hundred-thousand strong army can we possibly truly relieve the siege of Linyang and turn the towns we've taken into our own..."
"It's highly unlikely." Zhang Yizhi looked embarrassed. "I can definitely attract certain individuals, but I can't guarantee that others won't be drawn as well. Of course, if I could fly like a Grandmaster, it might be possible to select a portion of them. But by doing so, I likely wouldn't be able to return, and if too many went, it would essentially mean fighting directly in the enemy camp."
"Your ability has too many flaws," Duge said to him with a glance.
