As Ma Xiaotao's words fell, the lamp in Huo Yuhao's tent seemed to dim beneath the pressure of the wind.
The Sun Moon vanguard had been defeated quickly, but it had not truly suffered crippling losses. Xu Tianran was stationed in Ming Du and would not personally risk coming to Ming Dou Mountain Pass. He had handed command of the rear army to Ju Zi. On the surface, it was trust—granting the empress supreme authority. In truth, he had placed a poisoned blade in her hand.
If she won, the credit would go to the imperial family.
If she lost, the blame would fall on Ju Zi.
This was the imperial art Xu Tianran excelled at most. He stood above everyone else while pushing all others onto the blade's edge to bleed in his place.
Dai Hao looked at the military report that had just arrived, his expression darkening. "The Sun Moon Army has changed routes."
The map was spread open. The silver-blue markers southwest of Ming Dou Mountain Pass began retreating, while another small, dense Soul Engineer force slipped out from the edge of the mountains. Like a snake slithering through the night, it headed straight for the Heaven Soul Supply Route.
"She isn't attacking the mountain pass anymore." Xu Sanshi frowned. "She wants to go around and burn the supplies?"
Huo Yuhao did not answer immediately. He stared at that route as icy blue light gradually lit up in the depths of his Spirit Eyes. Ju Zi's strike had been precise. Star Luo Empire had only just secured Ming Dou Mountain Pass, and what it feared most was being forced to divide its forces. If the Heaven Soul Supply Route fell into chaos, the Three-Nation Allied Army's supplies would be cut off first. If Dou Ling saw Star