"Damn it! With the supplies underwater, our catapults are useless!" Mo Wen roared. Only then did the quicker-witted Demon Spirit Masters catch on, and everyone exchanged bewildered looks.
"Then, my lord, did our mission succeed or fail?" a Demon Spirit Master asked blankly. Then he realized he seemed to have said the wrong thing and hurriedly shut his mouth, staring at Mo Wen in terror.
Mo Wen snorted. "Hmph, of course it succeeded. We came to destroy the supply base. Now that it's destroyed, our job is done." Mo Wen knew that although the supply base had been destroyed, the supplies had not. They had merely sunk underwater. Given a little time, most of them could be salvaged.
But destroying the supply base was his mission. If he failed, he would probably be doomed. Therefore, this mission had to count as a success. As for its having little impact on the Bright Yang Kingdom, that was outside the scope of his mission.
Whatever happened, his own life always mattered most. The surrounding Demon Spirit Masters caught on and raised their thumbs in approval. Even if their general wanted to admit failure, they would never agree to it.
Everyone in this force shared both glory and ruin. If the mission failed, they would all face severe punishment. Remembering the punishments inflicted by the higher-ranking Demon Spirit Masters, everyone felt a chill run through them. Reason had never held any sway among the Demon Spirit Masters. Results were all they cared about.
"Don't celebrate too soon. If we return like this, He Ya might make trouble for us. We need to silence him for now. Let's capture Huo Hai and take him back first." A sharp gleam flashed through Mo Wen's eyes.
Had they completed their mission perfectly, failing to capture Huo