I, Du Jing's Book, have always been heaven's favored child.
Always the only one.
Always sharp and outstanding.
Everyone sent by the Du Family let out a long sigh of relief.
As long as it's a success.
...
In contrast to the celebration of the Yan Gui Corps, the alien coalition was dead silent from top to bottom.
The Grandmasters were fine.
They knew the goal of the war wasn't just a cart of source ore; this was merely a distraction to the Wuwen Race.
But ordinary aliens couldn't swallow this.
So many warriors were sacrificed, so many friends and family died, just for a cart of broken source ore.
This brain-dead tactic had long made the coalition furious.
Now, the only trophy, the only cart of source ore, was snatched away by the Wuwen Race, taken back!
Then what were we doing?
Clearly better tactics could have been used to slowly fight the Wuwen Race.
Clearly fewer people could have died.
But what were the City Lord and Camp Generals, even the Divine Elder, doing?
