The sky slowly brightened, and the battle had already ended, leaving only the chaos in the Demonic Crocodile Army Camp.
Having quelled the undead disaster, the severe casualties left the Demonic Crocodile King in no mood to celebrate.
Just as he was about to curse, he held back the words at the last moment.
The main generals were commanding the battle at the front line, and the remaining Chancellor Suzillo was merely a civil official; commanding battles was not his expertise.
For true accountability, the primary responsibility lay with the Demonic Crocodile King himself.
Had he not been concerned and insisted on joining the frontline with the guard, the camp would not have been left so empty.
"Marshal, the troops stationed at Yangguan County are yet to return; could something have happened to them on the way?"
The Demonic Crocodile King asked nervously.
