Two days later.
On the western border of the Star Luo Empire.
The night was desolate. Only the distant military camp showed a few scattered lights across the wilderness, while several guards at the entrance chatted idly.
"Hey, Li Daniu, you went home on leave these past few days. You missed quite a spectacle."
"What happened?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk—some days ago, two experts broke into the commander-in-chief's tent in the middle of the night and hung the commander-in-chief from the flagpole..."
"Huh? What about the White Tiger Guard by the commander-in-chief's side? Who could get past them?"
"Don't mention it. They were knocked down in droves with a single glare. The commander-in-chief hung up there for three days and three nights, and no one dared rescue him."
The two whispered among themselves, with no sign of sharing a common enemy. Instead, they looked as though they were gossiping about village news.
The war had been going on for more than a decade. These soldiers were poor folk from near the border who had enlisted only because they could no longer survive. Who had the heart to risk their lives for those above them?
"Outrageous! Mere soldiers, and you dare discuss the commanding general? Are you asking for the military rod?"
A stern-faced old man walked over and loudly berated them.
"General Du! We wouldn't dare!"
The two instantly fell silent and straightened their backs, cold sweat pouring down them. General Du Leisi was famously ruthless.
It was said that whenever General Du made a move, thousands upon thousands would die. He was undoubtedly one of those legendary Soul Masters who came and went without a trace.
"Hmph! Let this be the last time!"
Du Leisi snorted, but after thinking about it, he added another sentence.
"Do not spout nonsense. The