Chen Yi arrived at the Dark Moon Empire's front lines once again, his eyes remaining closed.
It was difficult to tell what condition his eyes were in.
But Chen Yi's arrival lifted the spirits of all the Dark Moon Empire's low-level Mages.
Two years ago, when they saw Chen Yi's battle record, the Dark Moon Empire's Mages had not felt much. They had merely thought that an exceptionally capable Grand Duke had emerged.
That was not strange. Under Yin Yang Balance, the emergence of any kind of monster was perfectly normal.
Instead, it was the warriors of the Ancient Sun Dynasty who gave him the title Warrior Slaughter Machine.
But some things feared comparison.
As the Dark Moon Empire suffered defeat after defeat, all the Mages realized that something seemed to have gone wrong with the world's Yin Yang Balance mechanism.
Chen Yi's combat prowess had absolutely nothing to do with the world's balance.
Compared against everyone else's records, Chen Yi's achievements became increasingly valuable.
When the third state was lost so easily, the meaning of the situation became completely different.
If they still were not anxious now, they would have no chance to be anxious later.
The third state had fallen so quickly. What about the fourth? The fifth?
"Grand Duke Roman, when can we reclaim the three states we lost?!"
"Grand Duke Roman, can we fight our way into the states on the other side?"
"My brothers and sisters all died on the battlefield. I only want revenge!"
The Dark Moon Empire's high-level Mages looked at one another.
Was Chen Yi really this famous among the lower ranks?
You only believed in him and not us. That made us look utterly useless.
Facing these questions from the low-level Mages, Chen Yi gave a unified and simple answer.
"I'll