Yu Xiaogang: I'd Rather Starve, Work Myself to Death, or Jump Off a Cliff Than Drink Pesticide

As the days passed, the Star Luo Empire grew increasingly unstable. The major clans began acting independently, and even local garrisons started defying orders and refusing to deploy.

These people were all genuine noble lords.

Their lives were exceedingly precious.

Moreover, Mu Hongchen had cut off the other side's communications. Yin Hongye then spread rumors and sowed discord.

And Green Skeleton had become especially troublesome.

When the enemy advanced, they retreated; when the enemy camped, they harassed; when the enemy grew weary, they attacked; when the enemy retreated, they pursued.

They never engaged head-on. Whenever the Star Luo army pressed forward, not a single figure could be found; once the army stopped to rest, sniper fire and arrows came from every direction.

Their troops and technology were clearly inferior to Star Luo's, yet they were like venomous snakes growing in the mountains and forests, becoming harder to eradicate with every passing day.

Qian Renxue watched coldly, constantly feeling as though her worldview had been overturned. What the hell kind of warfare was this? Why did it feel so despicable... so shameless...

Morality truly was unnecessary.

Although the three of them had not personally participated in the war, they monitored the battlefield at all times.

Yin Hongye in particular—while everyone else was still using the fog of war to gain vision, he practically had full vision already.

At that moment, an eagle-shaped Red Class mecha of Green Skeleton faced off against Star Luo Empire's mecha, the "Despair Scythe."

Star Luo Empire's pilot was Huang Zhengyang, one of the pillars of their empire.

He had become a Titled Douluo at thirty-one and concurrently served as deputy dean of the mecha department at Monster Academy.

Yin Hongye paid no attention to him. His strength was nothing special.

They did not take anyone below