Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
An eerie Shadow Needle flew slowly at the commander of the fleet of Wind Warships.
The commander was unable to move, completely wrapped in the Shadow Strings.
His face turned pale when he noticed the Shadow Needle was approaching the part between his legs!
"Don't, I'm begging you, don't do it!" the commander pleaded desperately.
A loud cry of agony rose from the middle of the street. The commander held his crotch and fell rolling to the ground.
His body was twitching in pain. He felt like dying from the overwhelming pain.
"This is a very detailed map of the terrain... huh? Why are you fighting the Brown Army?" Zhao Manyan was holding something like a scroll.
Well, that sure was easy...