"What? Still no news? It's already been a day and a half, and you haven't found even a spider's thread or an ant's track?"
"Trash! A pack of trash!"
"Search! Keep searching! There's only a day and a half left before the military deadline. If you still can't find any clues within a day and a half, then this Patrol Envoy won't get off lightly—and none of you will live either!"
Western Patrol Envoy Xi Qiangu roared hysterically, wishing he could brand his fury into the jade slip about to be sent out.
At this moment, Xi Qiangu truly understood the difficult predicament Ye Zhen had faced before.
The three-day military deadline was like a guillotine slowly descending, inch by inch closing in on his neck, making him increasingly desperate as the pressure mounted.
Wei Gang, who was processing intelligence gathered by search units from all directions and constantly redeploying search parties, had broken out in cold sweat as well.
The reason Ye Zhen's previous invasion by more than a thousand Devil Race soldiers had not implicated the Western Patrol Envoy Department was mainly because Ye Zhen's Second Route Wind Patrol Office had been practically autonomous, and the invading force had been small, with limited impact.
But now, it was an army of a hundred thousand Devil Race soldiers.
Although the faint afterimages left at the scene suggested that there probably had not been a hundred thousand Devil Race soldiers, the news had already spread.
The impact would be anything but small.
When the time came, even if the Wind Patrol Envoy governing Pingzhou took the blame, their Western Patrol Envoy Department would absolutely be implicated—and heavily so.
"Wei Gang, immediately ask whether those Dao Realm squads and the Ten Thousand Mile Wind Seeking Beasts have produced any results." Western