Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Originally, the Lu family powerhouses in the divine realm could have brought their clan’s supreme treasures to break the siege of Mu Ya City.

But the current situation was such that the link between the Giant Beam Continent and the divine realm had been severed, and the rescuing elders had gone missing, their clan’s supreme treasures whereabouts unknown.

Without reinforcements, it was feared that Mu Ya City would fall, and then the recovering Lu Family Patriarch as well as other insufficiently powerful elders would also be hunted down.

Even if they had secret techniques to escape, the rule of the Lu family over the Giant Beam Continent was likely to be overthrown.

It was not just the overthrow of their rule over Giant Beam Continent; the Lu family would also suffer a tremendous loss in strength due to the fall of many powerhouses, finding it difficult to hold on in the divine realm and risking the loss of their status among the seven great families there.

“Mr. Han, are you going to rescue Mu Ya City?” Lu Gengyi, the commander of the Zhenyue Guard’s garrison here, looked at Han Muye, his expression grave as he began to speak.

They knew that their clan leader was trapped in Mu Ya City, but none of these Zhenyue Guards dared to rescue him.

Lu Gengyi and the people behind him were all astonished.

Han Muye himself had not shown his true power, and even the God-Slaying Puppet Fighters in front of him had not truly displayed Universe level combat strength.

The manifestations of the Giant Spirit War Generals from those thirteen Giant Spirit Armors were powerful, but based on the power they had just exhibited, they stood no chance against any of the Twelve-Winged Canan.

“I’m not here to rescue the Lu Family Patriarch,” Han Muye said, looking at Lu Zizheng and others, his eyes revealing a profound halo.

“I want you to guard me as I step into Mu Ya City.”

Why had he come to the Giant Beam Continent?

Because the Lu family had a large number of high-grade battle puppets and combat weapons in need of repair.

Those War Armor Puppets were now in Mu Ya City.

As long as Han Muye could enter Mu Ya City, he would be able to start repairing the Puppet Fighters.

With enough top-tier Puppet Fighters, the Lu family would possess the power to counterattack.

“To enter Mu Ya City!” Lu Gengyi looked at Han Muye, his face showing gratitude.

Under the current circumstances, Mu Ya City was clearly in a desperate situation.

Even the Lu family’s Zhenyue Guard dared not venture there for rescue, and now Han Muye wanted to enter the city.

What kind of loyalty was this!

“If Mr. Han goes to Mu Ya City, we are willing to follow and protect,” Lu Gengyi declared with a clenched fist.

All the people behind him bowed in agreement.

Lu Zizheng and the others also showed a resolute look on their faces.

If someone from outside the Lu family was willing to rush into danger, how could they not go?

“You’re going to your deaths,” Han Muye waved his hand dismissively. “The Giant Spirit War Generals will come with me. Only by harnessing the power of the battle formation and taking them by surprise do we stand a chance of breaking the siege.”

After speaking, he did not linger. A trail of golden light followed him as he soared into the sky and moved freely away.

“Lu Zizheng!” Lu Gengyi shouted in a low tone.

“Your subordinate is here,” Lu Zizheng replied solemnly, clenching his fist.

Lu Gengyi’s eyes shone with a sharp light as he watched Han Muye flying away. He shouted, “Follow Mr. Han to Mu Ya City. As long as he is there, you must be there.”

“And if you are not, Mr. Han must still remain!”

Lu Zizheng clenched his fist, teeth gritted: “We vow to protect Mr. Han to the death.”

“We vow to protect Mr. Han to the death!” the other twelve echoed in a low cry, then leaped into the air.

A trail of golden light streaked across the sky, and Lu Gengyi and the others looked up, their faces flushed with excitement.

“One day, I will annihilate the Canaan tribe,” Lu Yushen stood not far away, clenching his fists and whispering through gritted teeth.

He did not have a Giant Spirit Armor or a Giant Spirit War Spear and was not qualified to follow Han Muye.

“Let’s go, we have to disrupt the Canaan tribe’s plan for dividing and conquering,” Lu Gengyi turned and walked away, battle intent rising within him.

“If I die in battle, abandon this post.”

Mu Ya City was the largest city on Giant Beam Continent, the Lu family’s centuries of foundation in this place.

At this moment, the city, spanning eight hundred miles, had bloody streaks on its walls.

One hundred thousand Lu Family Descendants held defensive positions on the city walls, day and night, having stood their ground for three months.

Outside the walls was the Canan Tribe, their four-armed and vertically-eyed warriors blotting out the sky.

At least five million of the Canan army had Mu Ya City completely encircled.

Originally, there could not have been so many of the Canan tribe on Giant Beam Continent.

More than eighty percent of this army had come from void passageways to Giant Beam Continent.

The Lu Family Patriarch and the elders were besieged because they had not anticipated such a turn of events.

After successive days of bloody battle, of the half a million Lu Family Descendants defending the city, only just over three hundred thousand still had the strength to fight.

The Cosmic Level Elders of the Lu family had sustained heavy wounds, no longer able to withstand the Canan tribe’s assaults.

If it hadn’t been that the Canan tribe did not wish to engage in a war of attrition to the death, they might have truly succeeded in taking Mu Ya City.

“Boom—” On top of the walls of Mu Ya City, a huge Metal-type War Beast raised its forearm to block a falling golden hammer.

Two Eight-Winged Canan retreated into the sky.

The Metal-type War Beast’s forearm shattered, and its figure staggered back.

“Quickly, change the City Defense War Gear,” commanded a middle-aged man in a golden robe, his face stern, from atop the walls.

“Commander, we don’t have enough City Defense War Gear left; they’re mostly damaged, with nothing to replace them,” said an elder in black armor, standing beside the middle-aged man and followed by a Puppet Fighter, in a low voice.

The elder’s words made the commanding figure in the golden robe falter.

He gritted his teeth, waved his hand, and a golden Puppet Fighter landed on the city walls.

One arm of this Puppet Fighter had been severed, and its body was covered in wounds.

The aura emanating from this Puppet Fighter was powerful, at least at the Primordial Peak.