"People from the Land of Filth?"
The junior commander frowned. Although Mishar had no major conflicts with the Land of Filth and no open war, the two sides had been secretly clashing behind the scenes, both seeking to seize more resources. That was why some conflicts had erupted.
Earth had abundant resources. Who wouldn't want a bigger share?
Mishar and the Land of Filth had always been secretly competing, merely keeping it out of the public eye.
In fact, the junior commander had already received orders back in Mishar: if the opportunity arose, kill as many people from the Land of Filth as possible.
Try not to get discovered. Even if he was discovered, it would not matter much.
The higher-ups' stance made it obvious. Mishar and the Land of Filth would inevitably wage a battle in the near future—a brutally bloody battle that would decide the ownership of most of Earth's resources.
The junior commander looked around. He was alone, and he had just used part of his Law power to create a convincing clone. He did not have much strength left.
If these people from the Land of Filth had ideas about him too, he would be finished.
"As Mishar's junior commander, isn't it a little hard to justify you running away on your own?"
A Blood Clan member stepped forward, dense blood energy surging from his body. It spread all the way toward the junior commander as if it intended to devour him. With a cold snort from the junior commander, the blood energy around him was scattered.
"On the battlefield, life and death are decided by fate. That Jiang Yang is powerful. I had no other choice."
"If it were you, you would probably have done the same, wouldn't you?"
The junior commander spoke with complete