Ling Yitong felt compelled to verify the information. If he issued combat orders based on this intelligence, the front-line troops would cease guarding against the Shamans.
If the intelligence was incorrect, the front-line combat troops would suffer heavy losses.
Chen Gu understood Ling Yitong's concerns and stepped forward. "I guarantee with my life that the intelligence is accurate."
"The General can verify it first, but please be quick."
"I speculate that once the Subterraneans react, the remaining ones will likely retreat deeper underground. We will miss a crucial opportunity to severely damage, or even annihilate, them."
Ling Yitong nodded. Chen Gu's point was valid—opportunities were fleeting. But after weighing the options repeatedly, he still didn't dare to strike rashly.
He called over an elite military officer. "Take your men and go. I need to confirm something..."
