"His aura vanished?" Zhuge Yu frowned. The auras of those two had actually disappeared right before his eyes. What kind of concealment technique was this?
He stepped into the air and landed atop the weeds, looking down into them. With a single glance, he saw no one. The soldiers had all been slain.
Zhuge Yu chuckled. "Your hiding technique is not bad, but this is my formation. Do you think you can hide from me?"
With that, Zhuge Yu controlled the formation and searched through the weeds for Mu Zibai. Yet he could not find any trace of him. Turning back, he saw that Wenren Qingyi was still there. Good.
"Not saving anyone?" Zhuge Yu swept his gaze around, gathering a fire-element spell in his hand. With a flick of his finger, he set the weeds ablaze.
With a wave of his hand, the flames spread rapidly.
Zhuge Yu searched the weeds for Mu Zibai's traces, but Mu Zibai's concealment methods were too clever. For the moment, he could not locate him.
Just then, Zhuge Yu took out a stone. A respectful voice came from within it. "Lord Zhuge, the time is about right. Most of the South Sea army has been held up. Crown Prince King Qi has left quite a few troops in the city, but they are not worth mentioning."
"Crown Prince King Qi does have some brains. Sadly, not much."
"Also, Crown Prince Yingtian asked whether Mu Zibai has been captured."
"A turtle in a jar." Capturing Mu Zibai was only a matter of time. There were more important matters at hand. Looking toward the distant sky, he said, "Tell the White King to prepare himself. The temporary teleportation formation can bear only a limited burden. Send them through in batches to lessen the strain."
"Yes."