"Commander, Xuanmen's second team is just ten kilometers away from here, but they have stopped. What should we do? Attack or not?"
On a small island used by Ye Haochuan as a decoy target, a Core Formation Cultivator said to an old man.
This old man, despite his white hair, looked vigorous, and was one of only two Nascent Soul Late-Stage members in the team ambushing the Xuanmen's second team. His name was Ming Quan, and he was the chief organizer of this ambush.
Just half an hour ago, this respected commander had been full of confidence, contemplating on how to wipe out Xuanmen's second team entirely. But just half an hour later, his face was filled with seriousness.
Things were going perfectly well at first. With a large number of spies planted in Xuanmen, he was absolutely confident in obliterating Xuanmen, who were completely in the dark.
But for some unknown reason, a sudden mishap cost him a quarter of his forces.
