Liu Ancheng let out a soft sigh.
Qian the Sixth hoisted Zhao the Third's body onto his shoulder and started walking toward the main camp.
According to Zhenxi Army regulations, bodies were not allowed inside the camp tents, at least not while the war was ongoing.
Delaying military operations was a secondary concern; the most important thing was the fear of a plague breaking out.
A plague born from the corpse of a Martial Artist was far more lethal than an ordinary one and could wipe out an entire army. Such things had happened far too many times before.
Liu Ancheng believed that once Qian the Sixth calmed down, he would make the right choice.
He scanned his surroundings.
The Zhenxi Army had paid too high a price in this battle.
Four Mingxin Grandmasters—it was a number that had caught everyone completely by surprise.
It was impossible for the Zhenxi Army's scouts to ascertain the number of Mingxin Grandmasters, and this had been the only variable in tonight's great battle.
