In the plaza next to the Federal Square, inside the field command center of the Demon Execution Division, Guo Chunfeng almost buried his face into the window when he stared at the messy, bloodstained square in a daze.
Countless light beams were flashing behind him, which were displaying the injured people and their confusion, but there was not a trace of Li Yao.
Lu Zui, the director of the Secret Sword Bureau, walked through the light beams and handed him a cigarette that was filled with Heavenly Fragrance Grass and designed to pacify Cultivators and ease their fatigue.
"Ah Feng. It was not your fault. Don't blame yourself." Lu Zui sighed and said, "We'd all underestimated the formidability of our enemy. Recently, we were too focused on Li Yao to care about the bigger picture. Now that I think about it, Li Yao might've left traces on purpose as a distraction so that his accomplices could take the opportunity to make a move!"
