When Jiang Yan heard those words, took in the situation around them, and recalled the strange behavior of that companion in their ranks just moments ago, how could Chen Dai not understand?
There was a traitor among the Nanyan Army. They had an informer!
The news of this deal had leaked. That person must have secretly informed the new authorities, leading to this very scene.
And judging by the situation, this hadn't been a sudden betrayal.
It must have been going on for some time.
Otherwise, the new authorities couldn't have made such thorough preparations this time. They'd even brought out a sealing formation.
That meant the other side had been laying plans here long ago, simply waiting for them to walk into the trap.
Setting up a formation took a long time. If the traitor had only just defected, the authorities wouldn't have had time to deploy a formation. At most, they could have sent more experts.
In such circumstances, Chen Dai's emotions were impossibly tangled: hatred and guilt in equal measure.
The object of his hatred was naturally the traitor. Those who had made it to Moon Creek Valley were all his friends, his brothers, people he trusted most—the kind of companions who could bare their backs to one another.
And yet even someone bound to him by such a relationship had chosen to betray them.
Perhaps that person had done it for their own future, perhaps for their own gain. They had sold out the Nanyan Army's last remnants, leaving them in danger, trapped by the new authorities' formation.
There were surely countless experts standing ready outside the formation.
This time, they'd probably never escape, even if they sprouted wings!
They might well capsize in a gutter and die here.
And not only them. The other Nanyan