Another Detective

Faraway Duerte. A crimson sun rose from the distant horizon, and Sam Temple was once again bathed in sunlight.

Within the Temple's only castle, the atmosphere was incomparably oppressive.

Sunlight had already streamed into the great hall, yet the lights had not been extinguished.

The night that had just passed had truly been long—so long it had seemed like several centuries.

The Holy Lord seated at the very top had seen his expression change several times as well.

From initial excitement, to later bewilderment, to his current livid gloom.

As his expression changed, the atmosphere in the hall had become so oppressive.

The Litian Ancestral Hall was a force to be reckoned with even in the Bridge Realm. Even when besieged by a hundred races, it had remained poised in both advance and retreat. It had entered this world, a realm only they could enter, commanded the Flying Eagle Army with a wave of its hand, and turned the Litian Tribe into a rapidly rising superpower in the Middle East with a flip of its palm.

Every one of these feats had inflated the confidence of these Bridge Realm experts to the utmost.

Yet the bloody battle that had taken place a thousand miles away last night had made them feel a crushing sense of defeat.

The Earthfall Army, invincible in every attack and victorious in every battle, had suffered a catastrophic defeat before Daxia's border defense forces. No—it had been utterly wiped out!

The First Elder let out a long breath and tore through the suffocating silence. "Holy Lord, perhaps we have only one road left: deepen our cooperation with Eaglefeather Kingdom, while forcibly sending the five thousand elite warriors our tribe brought beyond the boundary across it!"

Eaglefeather Kingdom's military had approached them repeatedly, hoping to cooperate with