Amid the dense forest, interwoven branches and leaves blocked out the morning light. Ling Feng, the Wasp Sect Master, dressed in tight black clothing, hid behind a thick tree trunk. His sharp gaze fixed tightly on the advancing Heaven Dou Army through the gaps in the leaves. Pinching a bee needle glowing purple between his fingers, he curled his lips into a sinister smile and muttered, "Just as His Majesty predicted, only by remaining still and waiting for the right moment could we uncover their weakness. The Heaven Dou Army's formation looks tightly organized, but there is clearly a gap between the Spirit Master Legion and the infantry. As long as we seize this opportunity to launch a surprise attack, we can definitely disrupt their marching rhythm!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a disciple dressed in Wasp Sect attire silently landed behind him. Dropping to one knee, he said respectfully, "Sect Master, as you instructed, I have sent word to His Majesty regarding the Heaven Dou Army's marching route and the flaws in their formation."
Ling Feng nodded, his gaze never leaving the army. "Watch their movements closely. The moment they reach Limali Plain and make camp, report back immediately—remember, do not expose yourselves. Our task is reconnaissance, not prolonged combat."
"Yes!" the disciple answered. With a flash, he vanished into the depths of the forest once more, leaving behind only several leaves blown down by the wind as proof that someone had once lingered there.
Meanwhile, before the Heaven Dou Army's main camp, Xue Beng stood atop a raised platform in silver-white dragon-patterned battle armor, a longsword in hand. His eyes swept over the dense ranks of soldiers below. Sunlight fell upon him, lending the young emperor an added air of majesty and resolve. Taking a deep