As Yu Chanzi's words fell, the command tent fell so silent that a dropped needle could be heard.
The charcoal brazier crackled, the Grand Marshal of Anti-Japanese's brows were tightly knitted, and several generals looked on in bafflement.
Hearing this, Li Yan's heart tightened as well, and his gaze turned toward the Wudang Sect Leader.
Wang Daoxuan and Sha Lifei were still holding out in that desperate place, men falling with every passing moment, yet Yu Chanzi now claimed that this New God they had spent such immense effort to invite was not meant for the Evil God and Ghost Soldiers before their eyes?
The oppressive silence in the tent was broken by Yu Chanzi.
The old Daoist lightly rested his horsetail whisk on the crook of his arm, his expression grave. He did not indulge in mystifying words, but spoke bluntly: "I understand the doubts in your hearts. Yet the strangeness of the situation far exceeds that Liaodong corner."
