Just as Yang Jian headed to Dazhou City to confront the Ghost Ship, someone returned to Dahai City.
It was Ye Zhen.
After slaughtering his way around overseas, he had finally come back.
"Where are the Kings? Where did all those Kings go? What? They're all dead? The fighting's already over? Every single King was wiped out?" Ye Zhen had planned to rush back to Dahai City. If his luck was decent, he might still be able to pick up some scraps and take out a few Kings who didn't know their place.
He had even considered the worst-case scenario: the captains had been defeated, and everyone had suffered terrible losses.
But that did not matter. Ye himself could turn the tide alone.
Yet the puppet doll clinging to his back opened its mouth, silently conveying some sort of message. Ye Zhen immediately flew into a rage.
"Bastard thing, trusting your nonsense has ruined my grand plans."
Furious, Ye Zhen grabbed the eerie puppet doll hanging off his back and viciously slammed it onto the ground, then stomped on it twice.
The strange puppet doll remained unmoved. Its mouth continued opening and closing, though no one knew what it was saying.
Only Ye Zhen could hear its voice. No one else could hear it.
"Ye Zhen, you came too late. The battle against the Kings is already over." Suddenly, a voice rang out. One of Liu San's paper figures emerged from a dim street nearby.
Liu San monitored everything in Dahai City, and Ye Zhen's arrival could not escape the eyes of his paper figures.
"Liu San?"
With one foot planted on the eerie puppet doll, Ye Zhen turned his head to look at him. "Outnumbered by the enemy, with no Ye to help you, Yang Invincible alone couldn't possibly