To put it in terms Meng Zhao was familiar with, it could not kill them, but it sure disgusted them—directly dragging down their pace and efficiency.
A task that should have taken around five days might be delayed to ten days or even longer, not to mention the casualties they might suffer along the way.
Meng Zhao could not protect this elite force every moment of every day. The moment he slipped up and the person in the shadows made a move, the entire unit could suffer grievous losses.
This passive situation displeased him greatly. It had also been a long time since he had felt so thoroughly plotted against.
"To strike back, we have to find the bastard tampering with things in the shadows. Otherwise, we'll only be led around by the nose."
Meng Zhao bit into a somewhat dry flatbread. Purple light flickered in his eyes as he pondered silently, his face expressionless.
Taking blows passively was not his style, nor could it resolve their current predicament. He had to take the initiative.
But there was one difficulty: even with Meng Zhao's absolutely overwhelming strength, he could not figure out what method the person in the shadows had used to interfere with them.
To begin with, Meng Zhao's spiritual senses were keen, and he was proficient in the Emperor's Qi Gazing Technique. A Grandmaster-level expert would be one thing.
But an ordinary martial artist who came near them and tried that surveillance nonsense would definitely not escape Meng Zhao's perception.
Yet that was precisely the problem. Meng Zhao had not discovered any suspicious person secretly watching or following them.
They clearly knew someone was up to no good, yet could not find that person. This was the first difficulty and dilemma he had to face.
After all, if