Jiang Wang raced through the torrential rain.
Rumbling thunder.
The sky flashed with lightning and roared with thunder.
The rain pelted his body, and the lightning occasionally illuminated his expressionless face.
His entire body was soaked by the cold rain, and he hadn't even thought to use Path Origin to protect himself. His mind was heavy with concerns.
The world was pitch black, and all around him dim.
On this night of pouring rain, he felt an icy loneliness.
Killing Dong Ah should have brought him pleasure.
Especially since Dong Ah, as the deputy prime minister of Zhuang Country, was a core figure anchoring the home front. His assassination could significantly impact the entire Zhuang Yong conflict.
By then, figures like Zhuang Gaoxian, Du Ruhui, Huangfu Duanming might very well die!
But at the same time, the three hundred thousand Zhuang Country troops battling in Yong Country would probably have little chance of returning alive.
Jiang Wang's heart was torn.
