Above Yunzhou, Ye Zhen and Sacred Priest Mo Yu were somewhat stunned after searching for nearly half an hour without result.
This time, the Devil Race had played the coward—and played it thoroughly.
Back in Qingzhou, Ye Zhen had merely gone ahead to scout. Once Sacred Priest Mo Yu arrived, the banners and auras of the two marching commanders-in-chief were right there. One finger pointed down, and it was over.
But upon reaching Yunzhou, the banners of Yunzhou's two marching commanders-in-chief were still there, while the men themselves could not be found.
Sacred Priest Mo Yu secretly swept through the Devil Race army camp outside Yunzhou City, yet he simply could not find Yunzhou's two marching commanders-in-chief.
Only Demon Emperor Seventh Crown Prince Cong Yun remained there, holding down the fort and directing the siege of Yunzhou.
Apparently, what had happened in Qingzhou had put Yunzhou on alert, prompting them to prepare in advance.
There were sensible people among the Devil Race higher-ups as well.
If Sacred Priest Mo Yu could not find the Devil Race's marching commanders-in-chief, he was unlikely to strike at the ordinary Devil Race army.
"If we can't find them, are we just letting them off?"
"How could that be!"
A grim look covered Sacred Priest Mo Yu's face. "If Yunzhou's two Devil Race commanders are not killed, then the consequences of their killing Prince Wei and Duke Wei cannot be erased.
"Besides, remember this: the Devil Race is a race that learns from a beating!
"They respect the strong. Even those strong people who beat them until they piss and shit themselves—they will hate them, yes, but they will also respect them immensely.
"So this time, this old man must beat the Devil Race hard!"
Sacred Priest Mo Yu withdrew his gaze from the ground.