After more than a month lying low in enemy-occupied territory, the elite squad led by Baili Fusang had gained a complete grasp of the Demonic Dao's troop deployments along this battlefront.
From every Demonic Dao unit that passed over the marsh, they had also roughly calculated how many demonic cultivators were stationed behind the lines.
And just as Shen Yue had said, Qi Han had many wartime duties to attend to and subsequently passed through the area twice more.
Counting his first passage, he had now appeared in the squad's sights three times.
On the third occasion, Qi Han no longer paid the marsh below any attention. He flew straight across.
Clearly, those three uneventful passages had finally lulled the Demon Child of Poison Absolute into dropping his guard against the marsh. Baili Fusang judged that the time was ripe.
The next time Qi Han passed through alone, with no other Demonic Dao troops nearby, they would strike.
"What's going on? That faint stirring in my heart has come three times today."
Above a battlefront in the Central War Zone, Qi Han had just slain a talented righteous-path cultivator. He was about to take a detour to his next support assignment when a ripple in his state of mind made him frown.
Someone as extraordinary from birth and blessed with great fortune as he was should never have felt such an unprompted ripple.
Could killing that righteous-path talent have tangled me in some troublesome karma?
Qi Han pondered. But his cultivation was shallow. He was only at the bottom of the Heavenly Talent Ranking. How could he compare with the fortune I carry? Does he have some formidable backing?
As he thought, Qi Han once again approached the airspace above the marsh.
With other thoughts occupying his mind, he paid