I run a casino in the immortal realm.

"Let's do it!"

The owl gave a low shout in his heart.

Ten gray-white figures rose up from the clouds like ghosts.

These ten anti-smuggling officers did not use any fancy spells, but instead poured all their Nascent Soul stage spiritual power into their legs and the black short knives in their hands.

The speed was extremely fast.

The five eagle scouts only felt that the surrounding air currents suddenly became abnormally disturbed.

Just as the lead eagle scout was about to open his mouth to sound the alarm, a black blade of light sliced ​​through the air in front of him.

"Pfft!"

Blood sprayed in mid-air, and the head of the eagle scout flew off, his dark yellow eyes still showing shock.

The other four eagle scouts reacted extremely quickly, drawing short spears from the arms on their wings in an attempt to retaliate.

But the anti-smuggling team members cooperated too well. Two team members suddenly darted out from below, grabbing the wings of one of the eagle scouts tightly from the left and right, and with a burst of spiritual power, they forcibly broke off both of his wings.

At the same time, several other team members accurately stabbed the remaining three scouts in the back of the heart with their short knives, directly crushing their hearts.

From the moment of attack to the moment of killing, the entire process took less than three breaths.

There was no roar of spiritual energy colliding, only the dull sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh.

The corpses of five Eagle Clan scouts fell downwards.

With a swift movement, Night Owl caught the corpses in mid-air and quickly stored them in his storage bag.

"Clean up the bloodstains and move to a new location."

Night Owl made a hand gesture.

The sixty team members once again merged into the clouds and disappeared without a trace, as if nothing had ever happened.

These days, aerial ambushes like this are happening every day.

Although the Eagle Clan scouts had excellent eyesight and were extremely fast, they were completely unable to defend themselves against a group of Nascent Soul stage cultivators who deliberately concealed their auras and specialized in assassinations.

The scouts sent out one after another disappeared without a trace, never to return.

The airspace a hundred miles from Shenzhen has become a death zone for the scouts of the Western Rong Eagle Clan.

Cangshan County, the Western Rong Army Camp.

Inside the central command tent, the air pressure was so low that it was hard to breathe.

A huge brazier burned in the center of the tent, crackling loudly.

A whole roasted lamb, its skin charred brown, sits on a brazier, its fat dripping into the embers and emitting plumes of white smoke.

Tiger Clan Commander Tailong sat imposingly in the main seat, holding a wine bowl made from a human skull.

He took a big gulp of strong liquor, the scarlet liquid flowing down his chin, which was covered with black and yellow spots, and onto the chest hair.

"Snapped!"

Tyrone smashed the wine bowl on the ground, shattering the bone bowl.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"

The "king" character pattern on Tyrone's forehead twisted with rage. He ripped a roasted lamb leg off the brazier and tore it apart, bone and all, the sound of his chewing sending chills down one's spine.

On either side of the main tent stood a dozen orc generals, including a centurion of the wolf clan and a commander of the leopard clan. At this moment, they all lowered their heads and dared not breathe.

In the Battle of Wanhun Valley, ten thousand elite wolf soldiers were lost. Zuo Guli King cursed Tailong mercilessly in the communication jade talisman, giving him a deadline to take Pengcheng within half a month, or else he would have to pay with his head.

Tailong also longed to march east and flatten Shenzhen.

But in the past few days, he felt as if he were bound hand and foot by an invisible net.

The heavy tent flap was pushed open, and Lingyu, the eagle clan scout commander, walked in.

Feather is a rare type of orc with a slender build. His feathers are silver-gray with a metallic sheen.

Lingyu walked to the brazier, knelt on one knee, and said in a hoarse voice, "General."

Tyrone spat out a chewed-up lamb bone, staring at him with bloodshot red eyes: "Have the scouts been sent out? Have they found out the layout inside the Valley of Ten Thousand Souls?"

Lingyu lowered his head, his feathers slightly standing on end, looking somewhat aggrieved: "Reporting to the commander, none of the three waves of twelve scouts sent out today have returned."

Within a hundred miles of Pengcheng's outskirts, there were hidden sentries from that group of human cultivators everywhere.

They hide in the clouds, not actively releasing their spiritual power, so our eyes can't detect them at all. If we get too close, we'll be surrounded and assassinated by multiple Nascent Soul stage cultivators.

"Useless! The Eagle Clan, known as the Eyes of the Sky, can't even figure out the situation in a canyon!"

Tyrone suddenly stood up, his towering body radiating a violent pressure.

Lingyu gritted her teeth and said with a forced smile, "General, please calm down. Zheng Yifei has at least three experts at the Void Refinement Realm and several hundred experts at the Nascent Soul Realm. They have no shame, they don't form formations to fight, and they specialize in these petty assassinations. Our scouts all act alone and are no match for them at all."

"What's the point of saying all this nonsense?"

Tailong walked to the huge sand table in the center of the tent. The sand table was simply made of mud and wooden blocks. Although it was rough, it roughly marked the terrain from Cangshan County to Pengcheng.

His gaze was fixed on the gourd-shaped opening that represented the Valley of Ten Thousand Souls.

"This Valley of Ten Thousand Souls is like a bone stuck in our throats!"

I've fought that guy surnamed Zheng before. His strength is unfathomable. If he leads those hundreds of Nascent Soul stage experts to block the valley entrance, even if we send 50,000 men, we still won't be able to break through that defense line!"

Lingyu stood up, walked to the other side of the sand table, picked up a wooden stick, and pointed to a ravine two hundred miles north of Wanhun Valley.

"General, since the Valley of Ten Thousand Souls is such a tough nut to crack, why must we fight to the death?"

"From here, two hundred miles away in Lishugou, there is an abandoned mountain road. Although it is difficult to travel, it can bypass Wanhun Valley and directly enter Lanshan County under the jurisdiction of Pengcheng Prefecture."

We have a force of 100,000, with 20,000 left here to hold Zheng Yifei back. You will personally lead the main force of 80,000 to quietly pass through Lishugou and take Lanshan County in one fell swoop.

"Lanshan County is indefensible. Once we take it, we can outflank Pengcheng from the flank and rear. At that point, Wanhun Valley's defenses will crumble on their own."

The other generals in the main tent nodded in agreement, thinking it was an excellent tactic.

However, Tyrone sneered, snatched the wooden stick from Lingyu's hand, and snapped it in two.

"Take a detour? A roundabout way? Do you think Zheng Yifei is a fool?"

A sinister glint flashed in Tyrone's bloodshot eyes. Although he had a bad temper, he was no brainless brute who had reached the position of Tiger Commander.

"You think those hundreds of Nascent Soul stage human cultivators flying in the sky are just there to kill our scouts?"

Tailong pointed to Lishugou on the sand table: "How much grain and fodder would an army of 80,000 need to move? How many cattle and sheep? The column could stretch for miles across the plains! Tell me, how could such a huge commotion escape the eyes of those people in the sky?"

Lingyu was stunned for a moment, and a bead of cold sweat appeared on her forehead.

"The moment we make a move, Zheng Yifei will know!"

Tailong's voice echoed in the tent: "Lanshan County is more than 300 li away from Pengcheng, and the terrain of Lishugou is even more treacherous than Wanhun Valley."

If we force our way through, Zheng Yifei only needs to send half of his best men to cut off our retreat when we pass through Lishugou, and then set up an ambush in Lanshan County ahead.

"At that time, we won't be able to see each other from both ends in the narrow mountain path, and the evil energy won't be able to gather either. We'll be surrounded like dumplings! Half of the 80,000 people will die inside!"