Blood River City, Commander’s Headquarters.
Fiona Li said excitedly, "That Skull Mound Leon Huang built was specifically meant to enrage the Strongarm Bull Devils. Last night, thousand-man commander Naya personally led over six hundred of his subordinates across the river to avenge the deaths from the daytime raid, but ended up falling right into Leon Huang’s ambush. In the end, not a single Bull Devil escaped—including Naya himself. Their heads were then ordered by Leon Huang to be stacked into an even larger Skull Mound at the Blood River’s edge, which has massively boosted our Human Race’s prestige!"
As she spoke, Fiona Li’s tone grew even more animated.
"Brave and cunning—excellent! Excellent!"
Raymond Lei praised.
Suddenly, he asked, "That Special Patrol Team Two only has a hundred men, right?"
Fiona Li nodded, "That’s right. Including Leon Huang, exactly one hundred."
"A hundred men defeating several times their own number without a single casualty—looks like that kid’s battle formations are truly something!"
Fiona Li nodded emphatically, "Exactly! That Big Dipper Battle Array Leon Huang created is practically a meat grinder—wherever it goes, nothing survives!"
Raymond Lei praised again, "A real talent! If only we could keep him here for good!"
The Blood-Jade runes lining the bottom of the Blood River piqued Ian Song’s deep curiosity. For several days, he walked the riverbank for more than a hundred li.
Just as he expected, the entire hundred-li stretch was paved with Blood-Jade runes without a single break.
At the same time, Ian sensed a foreboding: the Strongarm Bull Devils’ recent unnatural quiet likely meant they were preparing a bigger attack.
It was the classic calm before the storm.
With a quiet sigh, Ian Song withdrew his gaze from the riverbed and looked toward the opposite bank of the Blood River.
Why not go and investigate the Devil side of the Blood River myself?
Even the narrowest stretch of the Blood River was over twenty li wide. Unless one rode a flying spirit beast, not even a Martial Saint could cross it.
But Ian Song could.
With his mastery of the Art of Great Teleportation—fused from twelve movement diagrams—he could teleport freely within a hundred-li radius.
So, with a single thought, he could reach the opposite bank instantly.
As for the hundred thousand taels of silver, Ian Song divided all of it among his men.
Each person received a full thousand taels.
At the same time, nearly a thousand captured Strongarm Bull Devil weapons were shipped back to the city and sold, netting another hundred thousand taels.
Among them, the weapon used by thousand-man commander Naya accounted for the largest share. Although it wasn’t a spirit artifact, the materials used to forge it were enough to craft three spirit artifacts.
Ian Song originally wanted to split the proceeds from selling the weapons among everyone too.
But the men protested, insisting that as their commander, he should take the lion’s share.
Ian didn’t refuse, but reminded them of his earlier promise: for every Strongarm Bull Devil soldier they killed, he’d give an extra ten taels of silver. Since he’d personally slain most of Naya’s thousand-man camp, the bonus he owed was only a few thousand taels.
So, he only needed to hand out a few thousand taels as bonuses.
With the Strongarm Bull Devils not sneaking across the river these past few days, Special Patrol Team Two’s warriors focused hard on practicing their battle formations.
Ian Song went alone to the riverbank.