CHAPTER 639: CHAPTER 385: BEAST FORM_3

They are all experts. Though their ranks may not be as high as every member of the Beast Army, their eyesight far surpasses that of ordinary people. They can clearly see the massive trenches dug around the enemy encampment, not to mention the wooden barriers erected—all of this accomplished overnight.

"F*cking hell!" The Great Marshall swore as he looked at the barriers surrounding the beasts. "Looks like that white-haired bastard actually knows a thing or two about warfare." His eyes gleamed with frustration as he muttered, "How could someone come up with such an absolute defense?" He spoke loudly, continuing his train of thought, but stopped abruptly as anger overtook him. "Find Li Meilin immediately!" The Great Marshall commanded loudly, and a large group of experts instantly mobilized. Nodding in acknowledgment, they scrambled to be the first to bring the woman before their master. The faster they acted, the less likely they would be blamed for incompetence.

Soon, they found her. She was discovered inside a tent, sitting on her bed. Her hands were clasped over her knees, and her eyes seemed filled with worry. The woman, once known for her beauty, now appeared disheveled. Her pearl-white skin had turned pale, her long and smooth hair now unruly. Tangled strands were visible, and the once-lustrous sheen of her hair had completely dulled. Her eyes, once brimming with arrogance and confidence, were now clouded with anxiety and fear. It was evident that something had deeply unsettled her.

"Miss Li," an expert called out to her hurriedly as he stood at the entrance of the tent and softly addressed her. The worry in his eyes was evident when he saw the normally radiant woman reduced to a blank, expressionless state in such a short amount of time. It seemed that after realizing the white-haired young man was most likely the leader of the beasts, her current demeanor took hold. The reason for her reaction, however, remained a mystery to everyone.

Seeing the woman remain unresponsive, the expert stepped inside the tent and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. This slight gesture caused the woman to jolt upright in her seat. Warily, she fixed her eyes on the man before her, scrutinizing him for a while before accepting that the young man standing in front of her was not the one she’d encountered in the Divine Domain. It was clearly not Yan Xiaobao, and this realization nearly drove her to a breakdown.

Li Meilin was usually a strong-willed person. She had navigated countless schemes in the Imperial Palace. She survived missions that had pushed her to the brink of death and even served as an assassin—something most experts abhor. Yet now, she was but a shadow of her former self.

"He deceived me," she muttered to herself while staring at the young man before her. Her eyes pleaded silently, begging someone to end her suffering. "He told me to go back and warn you, but it was just part of his plan all along. If we lose, isn’t it my fault?" Fear coated every word she spoke as she thought about the situation. She had followed his instructions to the letter, did everything exactly as he’d wanted. And now, their entire army was gathered here alongside all the experts of the Siban Empire, united in one location. Everyone who hadn’t already fled the Empire was here. If they lost now, then the Empire would be left with no experts strong enough to endure the battles to come. Undoubtedly, this would mean losing the entire Empire. She felt it was all her fault—that she had brought this nightmare to life. And even if she hadn’t directly caused it, she had still helped Yan Xiaobao get what he wanted. That alone was enough to drive her over the edge. She had aided the enemy.

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