The night deepened, and the bright moon hung high.
The Mo Family Four Generals and the Flame Immortal and others returned to the Great Shang Army Camp, and King Wu Cheng Huang Feihu had also learned of the Yuyi Immortal's treachery.
He sighed lightly, feeling a few more parts disappointed in his heart.
After the Flame Immortal and Mo Family Four Generals left, he immediately had his subordinates prepare a jade scroll.
He had resolved to petition the court to request the dispatch of a master to aid in the fight.
"Cough, cough!"
Once there were no outsiders left in the leader's tent, Huang Feihu gently coughed twice, then carved his message onto the jade scroll.
Following that, a rustling sound came from beneath his feet.
He lowered his head to see a tiny figure, the size of a palm, struggling to squeeze through the crack between two carpets, and then laboriously dragging out a small cart.
