"General."
Wei Qing had only just spoken two words when he realized something was wrong and immediately fell silent.
At that moment, Li Ce's eyes were bloodshot, and two streams of bloody tears spilled uncontrollably from his eye sockets.
If the commander-in-chief suddenly looked like this and word spread through the army, it would inevitably shake their morale.
Just then, Li Ce waved his hand.
"It should be that Out-of-Body Realm mage from the undead race mentioned in the intelligence. He's here."
Li Ce remained fairly composed. After all, he was a Transcendent Realm mage himself and had a rough idea of what had happened.
Nothing more than his soul being crushed by the other side. He had tried to spy on his opponent, but his strength had been insufficient and he had suffered a backlash.
Luckily, he had reacted quickly and immediately closed his eyes. Otherwise, given the disparity in strength between them, things would not have ended with him merely shedding a little blood and tears.
"Bring me some water."
Wei Qing understood at once and immediately untied the waterskin hanging from his waist.
This was a habit they had developed after being stationed in the desert for several years: wherever they went, they always carried a waterskin filled with fresh water.
Li Ce poured out the clean water, cupped it in his hands, and vigorously scrubbed his face. The blood on his face was quickly washed away.
Even if the soldiers in the distance saw this, they did not know what had happened. They would only assume their general was washing his face to refresh himself.
"Phew—"
After exhaling deeply, Li Ce turned to Wei Qing.
"Is it clean?"
Wei Qing nodded.
"Your eyes are still a little red."
In truth, they were not merely a little