After receiving Grand Priest Dongyang Si Chen's orders, Second Grand Authority Priest Yangshe Zheng had been feeling rather worked up these past few days.
Anxious and agitated.
Grand Priest had blamed Dongyang Yu's death on Ye Zhen and ordered Ye Zhen captured alive.
For so many years, Yangshe Zheng had only ever had two words in response to Grand Priest's orders—carry them out!
But this matter was exceedingly difficult.
In Yangshe Zheng's view, Ye Zhen's strength and that of the four Southern Barbarian Battle Spirits under his command were not the greatest obstacle.
Ye Zhen and his four Southern Barbarian Battle Spirits were powerful, but their weaknesses were also glaringly obvious.
The Sunset Divine Shot was more suited to long-range sniping. Once it lost its strategic distance or the enemy closed in—especially against those four Southern Barbarian Battle Spirits who possessed only Battle Spirit Bodies—they would be all too easy to deal with.
There was only one true difficulty: how to capture Ye Zhen alive without a sound.
Ye Zhen had first earned his famed battle merit by slaying a Devil Race Naga Divine General. Over these past days, Ye Zhen and his forces had practically become the sharp blade of the entire Sacred Sacrifice Battlefield.
In these days of slaughter, only Ye Zhen and his forces had slain one Devil God after another, greatly relieving the pressure on every other unit.
At a time like this, let alone moving against Ye Zhen, even if Second Grand Authority Priest Yangshe Zheng issued Ye Zhen a slightly irregular transfer order, it would likely draw the attention of every Sacred Sacrifice.
It had to be known that the Sacred Sacrifices under Yangshe Zheng's command were utterly different from the ordinary soldiers of Great Zhou.
It was not merely the gulf between their