This battle, without even starting, the Murong Family had already lost.
The Murong Family had never expected that on the Mo Clan's side there was a freakish character—Qu Tan'er.
With the Heavenly Eye, she easily discerned their ambush points and troop distribution. Since ancient times, the most taboo in military confrontation was precisely this aspect. If the enemy understood everything clearly, the battle itself was as good as lost, with one side merely taking a beating.
And they were taking a beating without even realizing why.
Perhaps after being attacked, they would even suspect that there was a spy within their own ranks.
By this time, Mo Liancheng and Qu Tan'er had already arrived near the border.
The Iron-blooded Bats nearly stopped in midair above them.
In front of them was a view of plants like reeds, taller than a person.
The breeze was gentle, the green sea swayed.
Who would have thought that within this green sea, lethal intent was lurking all around?
