However.
Cheng Han had long anticipated that Madam Snake would notice the surveillance and had prepared the relevant contingency plan.
That was—to pin all this enormous blame directly on General Liu of the Huiyang War Zone.
Cheng Han gazed at the dark ocean and chuckled. "From Madam Snake's perspective, she'll most likely suspect that General Liu may have discovered the Sea Race's plot.
"From General Liu's position, he should regard this as retaliation by the Sea Race.
"After all, during the last Divine War, the God Generals killed two Sea Gods. To avenge them, the Sea Race decided to kill a bloodline descendant of a God General.
"As the saying goes, pick on the soft persimmon. The Sea Gods can do nothing to a God General, but can't they deal with a Mystic Supervisor?"
A trace of pity entered Cheng Han's voice. "Poor General Liu. Sitting in the Central Courtyard, only for disaster to fall from the sky!"
He immediately spread his hands, grinning. "As for this General Supervisor, I merely happened to be involved. What does this have to do with me?"
Whoosh!
The sea breeze howled past.
Cheng Han's illusory figure instantly passed through the top of the Tower and entered the War Fortress.
At this moment.
He had not added the Real attribute, possessing no physical properties whatsoever, so he could pass through walls at will.
Three seconds later.
Cheng Han arrived in a hidden small room within the Central Courtyard.
A hundred meters directly above.
Was precisely where General Liu's bedchamber was located.
At this time.
The illusion flashing at the center of the Halo—the process of searching for Madam Snake's Clone—was becoming slower and slower.
Now, only four clone locations could be revealed per second.
Compared to before.
It had slowed by nearly a hundredfold.