Chapter 1089 - 388: Fang Qingyu... What Is He Trying to Do? Is He Really Going to Pierce the Heavens!?

Fang Qingyu’s expression remained unchanged, showing no reaction to such lowly flattery.

He cut straight to the point: "Those leading King Spirits of your outpost, where have they gone?"

His gaze, as if tangible, pressed upon the Black Mane Specter.

"Run... They ran! All of them ran!"

The Black Mane Specter responded immediately, with almost no hesitation.

"Why did they run?" Fang Qingyu pressed on. This was the crucial point.

Normally, the King Spirits had a sense of dignity.

Even if they were to flee, they wouldn’t just abandon the entire army here to die and then quietly escape without a sound.

That seemed a bit too disgraceful.

The Black Mane Specter’s small eyes darted rapidly under its thick black fur, seemingly trying to find the right words, yet as if weighing its options.

Under Fang Qingyu’s calm yet overwhelming gaze,

it dared not conceal anything, responding promptly:

"Re... report to the lord, I am of lowly status and really have no idea where Lord Battle Leader and the commanders have gone or the exact reasons! They left suddenly. Not long after ordering us to assemble, they all... all left. But I boldly speculate it must be related to the King Species."

When it mentioned the King Species, its voice unconsciously lowered.

Carrying a deep-seated reverence and fear.

"King Species?"

A trace of understanding appeared in Fang Qingyu’s starry eyes.

There was clear documentation about the King Species in the Deep Blue book given to him by Hong Qitian.

They are existences that surpass the regular King Spirit bloodline.

They are the true core lineage of the Life Ghosts.

Their bloodline power is far superior to that of the collateral King Spirits.

Of extremely high status.

The will of a King Species is enough to make any King Spirit unconditionally obey.

Abandoning an outpost and tens of thousands of cannon fodder troops.

In the eyes of a King Species, it is probably inconsequential.

This intelligence perfectly matches Fang Qingyu’s speculation.

The will of the King Species is the fundamental reason for the abnormal retreat of these King Spirits.

As for what specifically the King Species is or why it suddenly issued such orders,

this is obviously beyond the knowledge of the lowly Black Mane Specter before him.

Having obtained the answers he wanted, Fang Qingyu no longer spared a glance at the Black Mane Specter trembling at his feet, and turned to walk out of the Bone Hall.

Seeing Fang Qingyu turn to leave, the Black Mane Specter was stunned.

The small eyes on its pig-like face filled with confusion.

This... Does this mean I am being spared?

Or... am I not?

My lord, give me a definite word.

While it was internally conflicted, hesitating whether to continue kneeling or sneak away quietly...

Whoosh!

A shadow laced with a strong scent of blood blocked the door of the Bone Hall.

It was none other than Chu Kuanglan, just returned from cleaning the outer region, drenched in blood and carrying the Giant Sword.

Chu Kuanglan’s giant, bell-like eyes swept across the hall, instantly locking onto the trembling Black Mane Specter kneeling on the ground and Fang Qingyu’s departing figure.

He grinned, revealing his white teeth, immediately grasping the situation.

"Qingzi, the King Spirits here really slipped away?"

Chu Kuanglan asked roughly as he strode in.

Fang Qingyu did not stop walking, merely giving a faint acknowledgment.

With confirmation, Chu Kuanglan’s gaze returned to the trembling Black Mane Specter, sneering: "Got it! Then this noisy tongue is useless now."

Even before he finished speaking, the Giant Sword in his hand, stained with green blood, transformed into a stern black light.

Sweeping out with no embellishments.

Swish!

The Black Mane Specter was decapitated in an instant.

Filthy, foul-smelling blood gushed from the neck like a fountain.

The headless body twitched twice, then collapsed feebly.

"Clean the battlefield, move quickly, not a single one left!"

Chu Kuanglan shook off the bloodstains from the Giant Sword, shouting to the outside with a voice like a great bell.

Then he lifted the Giant Sword.

Quickly following after Fang Qingyu who had already exited the Bone Hall.

...

Two and a half hours later.

The wind and snow remained unchanged.

But the roars and sounds of battle within the White Bone Outpost had completely subsided.

The air was thick with an overwhelming stench of blood.

Everywhere one looked.

Were the shattered corpses of Life Ghosts.

The warriors of Dawn and Cold Bone Fjord moved silently through this mountain of corpses and sea of blood.

Some were responsible for guarding the perimeter, preventing any possible stragglers or sudden attacks.

Others, under officers’ commands, collected war spoils.

Digging out scattered Life Pearls and bodies.

Movements were skilled, with a hint of excitement under their slightly fatigued expressions.

Every battle victory was a time to make a fortune.

It was the most exciting moment.

Inside the central Bone Hall.

Everyone reassembled.

Fang Qingyu sat on the throne.

Below him, the core members like Wei Banmeng stood solemnly.

"In this battle, our army suffered nearly no casualties, while the Life Ghosts were completely annihilated."

Wei Banmeng’s cool voice delivered a brief post-battle report.

Fang Qingyu listened and nodded slightly.

Then he scanned the crowd, speaking in a calm voice: "Banmeng, immediately tally the losses from this battle and replenish from the reserve troops."

"Then assign two thousand people to manage the collection of the battle’s spoils, the placement of the wounded, and the initial construction of temporary defenses at this outpost."

"The remaining sixty-one thousand people, rest in place for an hour. Replenish energy, check equipment. One hour later, the entire army will set off with the target being the Howling Ice Gorge Outpost!"

Having witnessed the combat strength of the Dawn Army,

The people of Cold Bone Fjord no longer had any objections.

"Yes!"

Thus, everyone responded in unison, without a hint of fatigue in their eyes.

This battle resulted in almost zero casualties, so there was virtually no need for rest.

The few wounded were temporarily left at the outpost to clean up the spoils.

And the reason Fang Qingyu mobilized so quickly again was to prevent the King Spirits from escaping once more.