Just as Yang Jian headed to Dazhou City to combat the Ghost Ship, one person returned to Dahai City.
He is Ye Zhen.
Having killed around abroad, he's now back.
"Where are the Kings? Where have they all gone, what? They're all dead? They've already finished battling? All those Kings were wiped out?" Ye Zhen was thinking of quickly rushing back to Dahai City, and if luck favored him, he might still pick up some scraps and finish off a few reckless Kings.
He even considered the worst-case scenario, which would be the commander losing and everyone suffering heavy losses.
But it doesn't matter; he, Ye Zhen, could turn the tide alone.
But the doll lying behind him opened its mouth, silently conveying some kind of message, which made Ye Zhen suddenly furious.
"You damned thing, I believed your nonsense and missed my grand opportunity."
Ye Zhen flew into a rage, grabbed the creepy doll lying on his back and slammed it heavily on the ground, then stomped it twice.
