Several days later, Huo Yuhao and the others had only just wandered into Heaven Dou Empire territory when they received a message from the academy.
First came intelligence from the Sun Moon Empire. Zhao Yang had begun waging guerrilla warfare within the Sun Moon Empire—an advanced undead being granted authority by Huo Yuhao to open the Gate of the Undead, Zhao Yang alone was an army. Today, he would appear in the far north of the Sun Moon Empire to launch a surprise attack; the next day, he could show up in its far south and fire off a round of Soul Guidance Cannonball volleys.
By the time Xu Tianran received the reports, his brow had furrowed deeply enough to crush flies. The intelligence from both locations had reached Ming Capital at roughly the same time. It looked as though Zhao Yang had led his forces to strike the North Land, then sent a clone to attack the Southern Wasteland at the same time, leaving Xu Tianran scratching his head nonstop with his mechanical arm.
Could there be several Zhao Yangs in this world?
It was understandable that he himself could move so quickly, but how could the people under his command move as fast as he did?
Fortunately, the Soul Tools produced by the Liches within the Undead Demiplane—especially Soul Guidance Cannonballs—were not being made in great quantities. After setting aside the portion meant for sale, the remaining shells and various Soul Tools were only enough for a few low-intensity skirmishes. Otherwise, the commotion Zhao Yang caused would have been much greater.
Next came news concerning public opinion within the academy. Although the academy itself had lost some credibility in the public eye, any Soul Master faction with members who had attended the academy had basically begun to suspect