Jiufang Ye had ventured deep into enemy territory alone, while his rear defense line had been stretched far too thin. Trying to chew through the Shengtu family without resting was impossible.
Under the governance of Jiufang Ye's father, the Jiufang family had grown rapidly over the years, and its strength was naturally formidable—far greater even than the Shengtu family's. That was why the Shengtu and Ancient Dragon families had always maintained a strategic partnership. Only by working together could their strength catch up with the Jiufang family as it stood now.
When the war began, Jiufang Ye's morale soared like a rainbow, so he naturally charged straight ahead and kept winning victories. But he had merely been misled by the Shengtu family. They had deliberately stretched out their depth, luring Jiufang Ye into their hinterland. Once he could no longer care for both head and tail, it would naturally be the perfect moment to crush him in one stroke.
Of course, Jiufang Ye had not been deceived to the point of stupidity. He knew full well how dangerous the enemy's hinterland was. So although he appeared to be stepping into a minefield, he proceeded with caution at every step. Yet no matter how careful he was, he had never expected the Second Legion to lose contact at that moment, leaving the First Legion he commanded to fight alone. In the end, the enemy had wrapped them up like dumplings.
By the time the Second Legion reappeared, the entire battlefield had already been cleaned out.
The news about Jiufang Tao had also come from the Second Legion. Without a doubt, they were crying "thief" while being thieves themselves, but they still had to clear themselves of suspicion. After all, the Third Legion's defensive line, under Jiufang Jin's command, was exceptionally sturdy.