The vast Divine Might Army camp was now filled with smoke and fire, its killing intent saturating the entire surroundings.
Traces of blood hung in the air from time to time, signaling that slaughter was already underway.
Certainly, quite a few clever people had been unwilling to be buried alongside Mo Li's ambitions. Yet there were also fools incapable of seeing the situation clearly, stubbornly going their own way until they met their doom.
Though such people were only an insignificant fraction of the five thousand troops, there were still several hundred of them when counted separately. In the end, they became the dead at the hands of the various camps.
Inside Mo Li's camp, the two men who had been waiting gradually grew restless. At first, only Commander Bai's envoy had been worried, but later even Mo Li became distracted, his grip on the steel spear tightening by the moment.
"Something's wrong. Normally, there should have been flames rising and sounds of battle by now. There's been no movement for so long—something must have gone awry. We need to leave, quickly."
Whether he had caught some scent or sensed the killing intent in the air, Mo Li rose amid the clank of his heavy armor. Steel spear in hand, he spoke to Commander Bai's envoy.
Commander Bai's envoy was resentful, yet also afraid. The plan had not gone smoothly, and instead his own life was in danger. That was something he found difficult to accept.
"Mo Li, what exactly is going on? Are you putting on an act with me? From the very beginning, did you never intend to return to Commander Bai's command?"
Looking at this idiot, Mo Li truly wanted nothing more than to punch a hole through his head with one thrust of his spear. But