From the vantage point of the Young Lord of the Zhi Zi Department, the night sky behind him, in the direction of the Central Army Tent, was clear and bright. The full moon hung high overhead, and its pure light spilled over the Central Army Tent, leaving his view extraordinarily wide open.
But...
Just like that old camping joke, such a wide-open view did not make the Young Lord of the Zhi Zi Department feel relaxed and refreshed.
He was even becoming a little manic.
"Where the hell is my tower?!"
Where was his enormous "Kuiwen Hundred Tribulations Refining King Tower"?
Chun Cang and Chu Ju were both aghast.
They had just decided to prioritize rushing to the Young Lord's aid, originally believing that they absolutely could not go wrong.
Although Qianhuan's presence in the sky was imposing, Chun Cang and Chu Ju thought he could not stir up much trouble—they had approached the matter from a very realistic perspective.
Just as the Young Lord had said...
The combined lives of every soldier in this Vanguard Army were less important than his single life.
During the siege just now, they had already demonstrated this—the thousand-man army was "expendable," able to be sacrificed at any time for all kinds of reasons.
But...
They had subconsciously overlooked one point. Besides the Young Lord, there was another seemingly precious thing in this army.
That was...
The Giant Tower in the Central Army, which held the Demon Race they had captured along the way!
Although Lin Yu and Qianhuan did not know what it was, if the tower were merely a useless ornament, why would this army have gone to so much trouble to lug it along?
Even if the tower itself had no value, the Demon Race prisoners inside were undeniably real!
Therefore,