Lu Yang turned his gaze back to the arena. The third match was about to begin, and this was the one he most wanted to watch: White Devil versus Pope Milner.
It had been four years since White Devil had first made it into the quarterfinals. Lu Yang wanted to know just how strong White Devil had become. His opponent, Pope Milner, was a Divine Authority Knight, and his strength was formidable.
Inside the arena.
The third match began quickly. White Devil was a Druid, and right from the start, he transformed into a giant dragon and flew into the sky, trading skills with Milner.
Just as Lu Yang was about to watch closely, Han Sha appeared beside him and said, "Brother, Alice gave us orders, but they're strange. I had to come find you."
"What is it?" Lu Yang asked, turning his head.
Han Sha frowned. "The orders she gave each of us are different. Just among the ten of us, there are ten separate orders. Each person has been told to attack a different main city."
Lu Yang smiled. "Interesting. Alice has gotten smarter too."
"What do you mean?" Han Sha asked.
Lu Yang said, "She wants to conduct one final test to see whether there are still spies I planted among you, or traitors. Don't overthink it. Carry out the deployment as she instructed. This isn't the final deployment—the real one will come on the day of the battle."
"That woman is really scheming," Han Sha said.
Elsewhere.
Alice, who was indulging herself with several men in a seaside villa in Italy, had no interest whatsoever in White Devil's match. The only person she cared about was herself.
After a burst of pleasure-filled sounds, Alice lay sprawled across the blanket, her body covered in fragrant sweat. Satisfied,