The Human Clan's western battlefield.
Blood God sat in a hastily erected pavilion, leisurely sipping tea. At the thought of freely feasting on human blood after the Great Age, he could not help smiling.
Before he could finish his daydream, his gaze suddenly sharpened as he spotted a group rapidly approaching.
Most of its members belonged to the Spirit Puppet Race, and they looked utterly panicked.
"Who's leading you?" Blood God rose, approached the group, and asked in a low voice.
A spirit puppet stepped forward and said sorrowfully, "Our Puppet King led us, but the Human Clan ambushed us along the way. The Puppet King and several Heavenly Venerables were killed. We escaped by sheer luck and hurried back to report!"
Blood God knitted his brows. "Didn't you say you were going to meet up with the Golden-Winged Saint and ambush the Human Clan together? How did you end up getting ambushed instead?"
The spirit puppet looked at Blood God in astonishment. "Wasn't that your order?"
"My order? Tell me everything," Blood God pressed urgently.
The member of the Spirit Puppet Race recounted everything in full detail.
Blood God's heart lurched.
Two days earlier, he had noticed that the Spirit Puppet Race still had not arrived and specifically contacted them to ask why they were late.
The Puppet King had told him they had discovered traces of the Human Clan and intended to join forces with the Golden-Winged Saint to eliminate the human experts.
Yet this spirit puppet claimed he had given the order?
Had their minds been influenced, or was something wrong with the Heavenly Communicators?
After a moment's hesitation, Blood God took out his Heavenly Communicator and contacted the Nine-Tailed Fox.
Once the connection was established, Blood God asked, "Nine-Tails, do you remember what the Human Emperor