Fang Qingyu's expression remained unchanged, showing no reaction to such lowly flattery.
He cut straight to the point: "Those leading King Spirits of your outpost, where have they gone?"
His gaze, as if tangible, pressed upon the Black Mane Specter.
"Run... They ran! All of them ran!"
The Black Mane Specter responded immediately, with almost no hesitation.
"Why did they run?" Fang Qingyu pressed on. This was the crucial point.
Normally, the King Spirits had a sense of dignity.
Even if they were to flee, they wouldn't just abandon the entire army here to die and then quietly escape without a sound.
That seemed a bit too disgraceful.
The Black Mane Specter's small eyes darted rapidly under its thick black fur, seemingly trying to find the right words, yet as if weighing its options.
Under Fang Qingyu's calm yet overwhelming gaze,
it dared not conceal anything, responding promptly:
