As Li Yelai wiped his face again, the Overlord Face dissipated, and his Heavy Pupil merged and amalgamated.
Intricate patterns and colors began to gradually fill in.
At the same time, Li Yelai felt as if time had slowed down by countless folds, or perhaps his thinking ability had accelerated by thousands of times.
Countless arrows fell slowly, yet he saw another vision.
In the vision, a young general walked into the tent and clasped his fist toward the middle-aged general, "Uncle, I'm off to catch a tongue!"
The young general was strikingly handsome but excessively youthful. A tinge of greenness was still visible on his face, along with the resoluteness expected of a soldier.
And the so-called 'tongue' was in fact the opposing army's personnel, a means to obtain related military intelligence.
The middle-aged general glanced at him, seeming to think little of the danger, and nodded slightly, "Call me general, and don't go too far."
