Beyond the western wall, the 1000-man army of the Blackcrow Household was slowly closing in.
"Prepare the catapults!" A man who looked to be in his thirties commanded as he stared at the tall wall ahead of them.
This man was the eldest son of Reynard Blackcrow, Blake Blackcrow!
As soon as he gave the command, several groups of men pushed the catapults in front. There were twenty catapults in total and each of them was inscribed with flame array formations, making their firepower even stronger!
Ordinary defensive walls would be blasted into smithereens if attacked by even one of these enhanced catapults!
"Place the boulders!" Blake instructed his subordinates.
He knew that no Nascent Soul martial practitioner was present in the Firecrown Household's estate, but he wasn't stupid enough to charge ahead recklessly.
The soldiers responsible for operating the catapults immediately lifted the boulders and placed them into the bucket.
