Zhang San drank through the night and did not wake groggily until noon the next day.
The moment he woke up, one of his subordinates rushed in. This man had been waiting for quite some time.
"Why are you panicking? Has there been any movement at Flower Fruit Mountain?" Zhang San asked irritably.
"There has been no movement at Flower Fruit Mountain, but something happened in our military camp last night."
"What happened?"
"Our camp... our camp lost three hundred Heavenly Soldiers and seventeen celestial generals."
Upon hearing this, Zhang San's mind went blank. He rubbed his head, thinking he had misheard.
"Say that again!"
The subordinate tremblingly repeated himself.
Zhang San sat there in a daze, unable to say a word. He had never expected something like this to happen.
"Who did it?" Zhang San suddenly rose to his feet.
"We don't know."
Zhang San went to inspect the dead soldiers. Every one of them had been killed with a single slash across the throat. They had died quietly, as though they had not even had time to react.
His brows knitted tightly, and Zhang San was filled with rage. So many of his men had died—damnable!
Although no one knew who had killed them, Zhang San could guess that it had to be people from Flower Fruit Mountain. Those bastards would not come at them openly and had resorted to underhanded methods instead!
It left Zhang San utterly helpless.
News of what had happened to Zhang San quickly reached Flower Fruit Mountain. The demons there were all thrilled, believing the Heavenly Soldiers had finally met their retribution.
The monsters of Flower Fruit Mountain also began guessing who had done it.
Several demons said that they had seen two figures fly out of Flower Fruit Mountain the previous night.