Merit must be rewarded, and wrongdoing must be punished.
So now, Zhang Yang sat beneath the sunlight and began seriously reviewing every piece of data from the previous defensive battle.
Others thought that victory meant they could cheer, but he had to carefully analyze every detail of the battle.
At first, he found it fascinating, because everyone had performed quite well this time.
He had even already figured out how to reward them.
However, halfway through, Zhang Yang's brows knitted tightly. Then the hairs all over his body stood on end, as if he were facing a formidable enemy. He went back and reviewed all the data from the beginning, and by the end, he was drenched in cold sweat, his face filled with horror.
To be honest, being so frightened by what had been a hearty, thorough victory was something else entirely.
"There's a problem with the data!"
Without a second word, Zhang Yang immediately notified all his alternate accounts and had them secretly investigate and collect the data again. Only after confirming that there was absolutely nothing wrong with the data sources—
did he make a decision.
Through the Dream High-Speed Rail, he urgently mobilized two million Sword Immortals to return as reinforcements. Something had gone horribly wrong.
Yes, there was a problem with the data.
The data reported by Liang Jin for that defensive battle differed enormously from the data reported by Table, as well as from the data compiled by Mu Shaoan, Li Gouhai, and Jiang Rong.
Was this a joke?
He could accept minor discrepancies—even relatively rough data with discrepancies that were not too minor—but how could there be such a huge difference? The gap was large enough to make the Sword Immortal Plane sink into ruin and destruction five times over. Damn it, how