At Cheng Hu's instruction, the Supreme Convoy's Prophecy Sequence user took out three old copper coins, placed them in a tortoise shell, and shook it.
Then he cast out the coins.
He interpreted the information he sought from the positions of the coins and whether they landed heads or tails.
Led by Cheng Hu, more than a dozen professional Sequence Users gathered together, waiting attentively for the Prophecy Sequence user's interpretation.
He Qiang, a full-fledged Second Tier Sequence User and the Supreme Convoy's third-ranking member, had been killed. Naturally, the entire Supreme Convoy was seething.
Now, they could take this opportunity to perform a proper divination.
After spending several minutes interpreting the result, the Prophecy Sequence user put away the coins and tortoise shell.
"Well?" Cheng Hu asked when he saw this.
"According to the divination, if our Supreme Convoy went to war with the Hope Convoy, we could almost wipe them out," he explained his interpretation.
"Almost?"
Cheng Hu looked at him questioningly. If they could wipe them out, they could wipe them out. What did "almost" mean?
"Simply put, it would be a forty-sixty split."
"The Hope Convoy would be almost entirely wiped out, but probably only a handful of our convoy's people would survive, too."
"Of the twenty-odd Sequence Users here, the final divination indicates that perhaps two or three would survive."
Hiss...
Hearing that this was the final result of the divination, several of the Supreme Convoy's Sequence Users sucked in sharp breaths and exchanged looks of disbelief.
What was this talk of wiping the enemy out? Wasn't this practically mutual destruction?
"I remember Lian Ziqiong saying that the Hope Convoy wasn't very strong. Just a month ago, they didn't even have a single professional Sequence User." Cheng Hu frowned slightly, finding it hard to understand.