However, Zhen Hua's fighting ability was indeed limited. Although he was a Four-Word Battle Armor Master, he was a blacksmith by trade, and his soul power had been built up entirely with all kinds of heavenly treasures.
In both combat experience and fighting technique, he was inferior to Leng Yulai. Although Four-Word Battle Armor was theoretically stronger than Three-Word Battle Armor, his fighting ability simply was not up to par. Before long, Leng Yulai had him suppressed.
"Too weak," Leng Yulai sneered as she fought. "Don't bother struggling today. No one can possibly come to save you anytime soon. We spent half a year preparing for this operation."
She paused, a trace of amusement flashing through her eyes. "Speaking of which, certain higher-ups in the Federation also gave their blessing to this operation. Didn't expect that, did you? Even the Federation has no room for you anymore."
What?!
Zhen Hua's pupils contracted sharply, and something instantly came to mind. Half a year ago, because of Tang Wulin's situation, the Spirit Pagoda and Shrek Academy had joined forces to pressure the Federation, making it lose face.
Could the Federation's higher-ups have held a grudge all this time, intending to use the Holy Spirit Cult's hands to eliminate them?
"You... people from the Federation are actually colluding with the Holy Spirit Cult?" Zhen Hua said through gritted teeth.
Leng Yulai smiled. "Colluding? Hardly. We're merely each getting what we need. You lofty Divine Craftsmen have blocked too many people's paths. Someone wants you gone, and we're merely doing the work for them."
Standing in the distance, Tang Wulin listened to their conversation and rapidly analyzed the situation. He had never imagined that his actions half a year ago would cause such an enormous butterfly effect.
The Federation's higher-ups held a grudge against