Within the Human-Demon Battlefield Grand Governor's Mansion, Prince Li Ji Yuan sat grim-faced in the command chair, constantly reviewing the jade talismans and jade slips coming and going, his expression dark and gloomy.
A moment later, Gu Yue, his foremost strategist, entered the Council Hall with a helpless look on his face.
"Still nothing?"
Gu Yue cupped his hands, his face full of helplessness. "Grand Governor, this subordinate has inquired throughout every major war zone, and all the war zones have conducted their own investigations, but there is still no news.
"At present, we can confirm that Prophet Demon Master Qi Hong of the Devil Race has fallen, but we have yet to determine which force killed him!"
Even Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long in Luoyi had roared in fury, so the task of uncovering the truth naturally fell upon the Human-Demon Battlefield Grand Governor's Mansion.
Though no Imperial Decree had been issued, the pressure on Human-Demon Battlefield Grand Governor Ji Yuan was still immense.
Just think about it. A Seven-Surname Prophet Demon Master of the Devil Race, whose importance and status were no less than those of the commanders of Great Zhou's five major war zones on the Human-Demon Battlefield, had fallen on the Human-Demon Battlefield—and they did not even know at whose hands he had died.
Was that not an enormous irony for him, the Grand Governor who oversaw all warfare across the Human-Demon Battlefield?
If this matter were brought before the imperial court, it would not only cost him face, but also make him seem incompetent.
If something this major had happened in the war zones under his command and he did not even know about it, what was that if not incompetence?
Thus, Human-Demon Battlefield Grand Governor Ji Yuan was extremely anxious at this moment.
"Which Devil