As Wang Yiheng passed through the front lines near Yuming City, he did not see the war itself, but he saw death shrouded in gun smoke.
The devastated land, the dim sky, the shattered city walls, the lingering stains of blood.
One could imagine just how massive a slaughter had erupted between the two armies during the time it had taken him to arrive.
"The decapitation operation failed. I wonder how the Marshal will curse us. I hope she can help talk His Majesty around, otherwise..."
Suppressing the tension in his heart, Wang Yiheng slowly flew toward the Mingdou Mountain Range.
"Who goes there?!"
When Wang Yiheng was less than twenty li from the Mingdou Mountain Range, a powerful seven-man Soul Tool Master patrol squad rose into the air from various points on the ground. Their Soul Tools were charged and ready, their dense array of cannon muzzles aimed directly at him.
"I am Wang Yiheng, commander of the Evil Monarch Soul Tool Master Legion." Wang Yiheng swept his gaze over the squad before him, every one of whom was at least a Level 6 Soul Tool Master, then tossed out a badge in full view of them all.
The captain of the patrol team did not lower his guard, but he accepted the token and glanced at it.
Upon seeing the incomparably sinister eye engraved on it, he hurriedly said to his subordinates, "It's Commander Wang Yiheng. Lower your weapons."
Once they confirmed his identity, the patrol squad members immediately became respectful.
"Commander Wang, why did you fly over from the Star Luo Empire's side?" the squad captain asked curiously.
Wang Yiheng's gaze flickered. The decapitation plan had not been made public; aside from the higher-ups, only a small number of people knew this secret.
But then again,