Emperor Jianyuan was sitting in the palanquin within the Central Army.
He looked at the token, sent back across one million eight hundred thousand li by the sorcerers of the Police Pool of Blood through a top secret method, his expression iron‑grim.
"So those Gods still failed? In other words, Chu Xisheng's promotion to Second Grade lower realm is now a foregone conclusion?"
Emperor Jianyuan had personally led the imperial expedition, and the reason he had halted his forces north of the Tianhuai River for over half a month.
On one hand, the generals of the Iron Banner Gang were all highly capable, and with the help of the river's current and the terrain, they had firmly blocked his army on the north bank; on the other hand, he meant to lure the enemy—he kept applying pressure along the upper and lower stretches of the entire Tianhuai River front, forcing the Iron Banner Gang to mass their five million main force on the south bank in resistance.
