But in that moment, Yin Hong abruptly died, and the Auspicious Qi vanished.
Though the officers and soldiers did not know the secrets of God Conferment, they could clearly sense that the vast Dao rhythm in the army—the force that had sheltered the troops' hearts and suppressed chaos—had utterly dispersed.
An invisible wave of terror and bewilderment instantly spread through the entire great camp. Everyone felt hollow inside, and the army's morale plunged into chaos. The defensive line of military will that had once stood firm as a mountain shattered in an instant.
Rumors flew everywhere in the camp, and hearts quaked with fear.
Soldiers whispered to one another, the generals' faces panicked. No one knew what calamity had befallen His Highness Yin Hong; they only assumed the young lord had fallen and that Great Shang's sky had collapsed.
The front-line army was a pack of dragons without a head. Its fighting spirit crumbled, its defenses slackened, and the entire Shang Camp fell completely into turmoil and disorder.
A once-in-a-thousand-years chance for rebellion suddenly fell before the eyes of Su Hu, who had been lying low and enduring in silence all this time, secretly harboring disloyalty.
Ever since Su Hu had been stationed in the Shang Camp, he had always feigned submission, endured without acting, and on the surface obeyed Yin Hong's deployments and fulfilled his duties as a subject. In truth, his heart was tied to Xiqi, and he had long intended to surrender to Zhou.
Previously, wary of Yin Hong's profound cultivation, the stability of the army's morale, and the forest of loyal generals under his command, Su Hu had found no chance to exploit. He could only hide his edge and quietly wait for the right moment.
Now that Yin Hong's Path of Dao had vanished, the