In the cold wind, that utterly unremarkable rock remained motionless, watching the distant battlefield.
He could not help muttering again, "A bunch of small fry fighting to the death while their leaders sit back and watch. How boring."
"If you lot aren't going to fight, hurry up and clear out. Stop getting in the way of my mission!"
The Security Teams of Wang, Xie, Yu, and Huan steadily lost ground under the assault of the Wei Character Legion's regular troops.
Though individually formidable, they were only suited to one-on-one combat, not fighting as a team.
A team where everyone wanted to be a hero naturally could not compete with one where everyone willingly followed their officers' orders.
Elsewhere, Yan Ran's and Yan Xiaojie's troops were riding high after a major victory. Despite having equal numbers, they were actually overpowering the enemy, looking ready to crush Yan Xiaoru's and Yan Xiaoyi's forces outright in their respective matchups.
The situation looked excellent, but Wei Rulai felt anything but at ease.
He looked at Wang, Xie, Yu, and Huan, who stood nearby observing the battle.
Clearly, the four bosses only wanted a share of the Yan Character Legion's spoils. They had no intention of risking their lives in combat.
A war fought for profit generally did not spread to those at the top.
Yet Zhao Longfei, beside him, had already discreetly readied his items and Armor, itching to get started.
Wei Rulai's expression grew complicated. "Zhao Er, you're not seriously going through with this, are you?"
"Do you think I have time to joke around?"
"I don't get it. Do you have some blood feud with Yu Bianwei?"
"No."
"Then why are you so determined to kill him?"
"Determined to kill him? No, Commander Wei, you've misunderstood." Zhao Longfei swept his gaze over