'Damn it, why aren't the Divine Talismans from the National Preceptor working? And they can even control the rain to extinguish the Fire of Burning Wood. Who else in the Spirit Race could possibly do this?'
General Long's expression was grim. He had thought everything would go smoothly, that he could easily charge in and wipe out the Spirit Race. To his surprise, he was trapped the moment he set foot inside. This filled him with fury, but even more so with confusion.
He didn't think it could be the Spirit Race Ancestor in control. 'He's been afflicted with a deadly poison,' he thought. 'If he tried to forcibly control this grand array, it would be no different from digging his own grave. He probably couldn't even maintain control, if he could control it at all. I'm well aware of how potent the National Preceptor's poison is.'
'Could it be the Saintess?' General Long pondered. He truly couldn't think of who else it could be. Besides the Saintess, no one else came to mind.
