Soon, dozens of buckets of water and bags of grains were delivered to Shen Yanxiao. She then immediately used the perception of a Warlock to check every single bucket and bag.
Sure enough, there were large amounts of detrimental potions and corrosive curse present in the buckets of water but fortunately, the bags of grain were clean.
"Someone tampered with our water source." Shen Yanxiao punched the nearby wall in annoyance. She had been too careless. She originally assumed she could suppress the other three factions for a period of time with the presence of eight mythical beasts behind her, but she did not expect for them to use such underhanded means when they didn't dare confront her face to face.
Even without much thought needed, she knew who the culprits were.
It was definitely Fantasy Devil City, without a doubt!
