The General Token was tossed into the air, gleaming under the sunlight.
It seemed.
To emanate the desire for power.
Everyone's gaze was instantly attracted to the General Token.
Surprise.
Ecstasy.
Confusion.
Mistrust.
The army descended into chaos.
Mo Qian watched as the General Token flew past his ear, his gaze following it sharply, completely forgetting Lin Fan before him.
He abruptly stopped his attack on Lin Fan, withdrawing his ferocious onslaught.
Turning his body, he chased after the General Token, like a dog chasing a bone, tongue out, eyes shining, face full of greed.
Lin Fan's eyes showed a trace of sorrow and helplessness.
A single General Token, drawing everyone like a flock of birds.
Pitiful.
"Quick, grab it!"
A loud shout came from somewhere.
The previously quiet army immediately started to stir.
The soldiers seemed only to have eyes for the General Token, rushing towards it in a frenzy!
"Don't damn block my way!"
