At the very front of the circular chamber, Oswin had a small opening made beside the journeyman array experts working with him. It was narrow by design, just enough to feed the reinforced wooden rods out through the front of the structure while keeping the rest of the chamber sealed tight.
Not even a thread of the ghost fog was allowed inside. From where he sat within the spirit gathering array, Oswin could still guide the angle of every rod, adjusting their direction as the armored corridor was pushed forward piece by piece.
While that feverish work began below, the fighting along the city's eight-direction walls only grew worse.
The Flesh Titans were relentless. Worse, they were not the witless monsters many had hoped them to be. These things were cultivators in their own right, only stripped of proper techniques and skinned down to raw muscle and qi.
Beyond that, the difference was not as great as men would have liked.
Radimir's side took the harshest punishment.
