The killing intent emanating from it was ten thousand times more terrifying than that of any peerless mass murderer!
Ning Xuan observed the reactions of the five men with great satisfaction. He had, of course, employed the power of his Divine Vein. Only by doing so could he bluff them. The five of them all agreed in unison.
"Good. Remember to be prepared. I will issue specific commands in three hours!"
The five clasped their fists in a salute and departed.
"All that's left is to wait," Ning Xuan muttered to himself, looking up at the sky.
At most, half an hour remained until nightfall.
The reason Ning Xuan had set the time for three hours later and repeatedly mentioned the Silk Pouch was that he sensed something was amiss. There was a traitor in the army. Otherwise, it would be impossible to lose tens of thousands of soldiers without even seeing the enemy's shadow. He was waiting, waiting for the traitor's curiosity to compel them to open the pouch.
