There were reports that the North Moana Army had camped on a mountain dozens of kilometers north of the South Cloud Royal City. After a few hours of rest, they would probably attack the Royal City. Once the Royal City had fallen, the entire South Cloud World would be completely finished.

"Everyone!"

The Empress looked around her; she was worried and sorrowful. "Is there any way to stop the North Moana Army?"

The civil and military officials looked at each other, and no one came forward to make a suggestion. The entire hall fell silent.

Alright!

The Empress breathed a long sigh as she looked at Darryl. "Not even you, Darryl?"

There was a glimmer of hope in her eyes when she said that.

Darryl smiled bitterly and shook his head. He said, "Your Majesty, I can't do anything as well."

Darryl was dejected.

Since he became a cultivator, Darryl had been extremely confident in everything he did, especially about formation techniques. Darryl believed that he could be the most well-lear