Led by their guide, the group soon wound through the underground caverns for several turns before arriving at a corridor room decorated with silver cloud patterns.
Knock, knock, knock. Knock, knock, knock.
"Silver Department? Silver Department?" One of the soldiers acting as guide stepped forward and knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" A somewhat languid male voice came from within, mixed with a woman's soft moans.
"Silver Department is the younger cousin of Yin State's governor. Since Yin State provides the Ju Sha Army with enough sponsorship every month, so..." Wang Zitao quietly explained to Wei He.
Wei He's expression did not change. He watched as someone inside slowly opened the door, pulling it into a narrow crack.
"Who?"
A bearded middle-aged man lazily spoke through the gap.
Bang!
In an instant, Wei He reached one hand through the crack, seized the man by the hair, and yanked him out.
Crack!
He drove a knee into the man's face, the tremendous force making even the floor and walls shudder violently.
With a muffled pop, the man's entire head burst like a watermelon, red and white splattering everywhere.
The entire scene fell silent as a graveyard.
Wang Zitao's mouth hung open. Not knowing what had just happened, he stared blankly at the corpse on the ground.
The other soldiers instinctively wanted to draw their blades, but immediately came to their senses. Seeing the talisman in Wei He's hand, they suppressed themselves once more, though terror remained in their eyes.
Disturbed by the tremendous noise, squads of Ju Sha Army soldiers rapidly converged from nearby, surrounding the place layer upon layer.
From the moment he struck to the appearance of the other soldiers' encirclement, no more than five seconds had passed.
But when they saw that the one who had acted