Slash!
A head fell from the neck, and blood spurted several meters high.
Ju Ye withdrew his long spear, glanced around, and there was no longer a living enemy.
"How many is this?"
Li Rui's voice came from behind him.
"The eighth one."
Their mysterious team had traveled south along the Western Kingdom's defensive line for dozens of miles, encountering scouts tracking them, none of whom survived.
Among them were some tricky figures adept at escaping but they couldn't evade Li Rui's perception and were intercepted by the assassins of the Field Clan on their way back to report.
Li Rui dipped his brush in blood and marked on the map. Counting this one, the old beast skin map had been altered with many marks, all denoting encountered enemies and observed sections of the Western Country's defense line.
He spread the beast skin before Ju Ye.
"Look here, what do you think of heading back north from this riverbank next? They surely wouldn't expect us to return by another route."
