The Human Race had occupied more than a trillion li, with hundreds of strongholds of various sizes. That was already a reduction of their forces. Relying on eighteen major strongholds, they had established other strongholds nearby to plunder resources and sustain war through war. They had Teleportation Arrays, so if anything happened, they could support one another. It was just that the Lizard Race had infiltrated the Sky-Bull Mountain Range; otherwise, they could withdraw at any time, and reinforcements could arrive as well. I could actually write it so that none of the named members of Old Wang's family died. I knew that writing about people dying would make some readers uncomfortable. Some people had also said that the names were all too similar. But as the story went on, with so many people dying, how could a family grow and prosper without enemies? And how could no one die? Only some people could make it to the end. That did not mean they had to become Dao Ancestors for their existence to have meaning. Some clansmen would appear only once, while others would have nothing but a name, but all of them had value in their own existence. Most clansmen were still ordinary people. Some readers thought that anyone whose name and appearance were described would not die. If I really wanted to write it that way, I would have done so long ago. People would continue to die. Along the path of the family's development, all kinds of clansmen would appear, and there were countless ways for them to die. Some had backbones, while others were spineless.
Actually, I knew how to write for better results: named clansmen would not die, and if they did, I would merely mention their names without describing it in too much detail.