Seeing the grave atmosphere inside the Marshal's Tent and the fact that no soldiers had come to report even now, Zhongli Wu had already grown impatient.
"Why has no one reported back after all this time? What's going on with your messengers?" Zhongli Wu asked Lin Hai beside him.
Lin Hai frowned as well. "That shouldn't be the case. It's been a while already. The messengers should have been continuously reporting the battle situation."
After the series of orders had been issued, the Marshal's Tent had fallen silent. They had waited for some time, yet no further messengers had arrived. How were they supposed to continue commanding the battle without knowing what was happening outside?
"Hm?" Zhongli Wu's gaze suddenly shifted. He finally sensed that something was wrong and abruptly rose from his seat. "No, why is it so quiet? Even if the Marshal's Tent has good soundproofing, there shouldn't be no movement at all outside. Let's go take a look." As he spoke, he strode toward the exit.
Naturally, no messengers would be coming in, because Ji Lin was outside. After setting up a mental barrier, Ji Lin had already used Word Spirit Art to control three groups of messengers. These messengers were not highly cultivated, and they had no possibility of resisting Ji Lin's Word Spirit Art.
With the mental barrier cutting off outside sounds and Word Spirit Art silently controlling the messengers to keep them from approaching the Marshal's Tent, Ji Lin was doing everything he could to buy time.
The tent flap was lifted, and Zhongli Wu was the first to emerge. The instant he noticed Zhongli Wu, Ji Lin knew that Zhongli Wu had sensed something. He would likely discover the mental barrier soon.
Ji Lin had actually been dividing his attention to monitor Bei