After Yang Feng reached an agreement with Lakas, the forces of the Underground World gave his Half-Orc army a wide berth wherever they encountered it, yielding a clear path.
Although Yang Feng no longer took the initiative to attack the other forces of the Underground World, he dispatched large numbers of robots clad in synthetic skin to operate all kinds of heavy machinery, constructing countless war fortresses that stretched all the way toward the Dark Elves' territory.
Dark Forest City, the Dark Elf headquarters of the Underground World.
Dark Forest City was a colossal city spanning tens of thousands of square kilometers, blanketed everywhere in all manner of extraordinary plants. Without guidance, even a demigod-level powerhouse would find it extremely difficult to enter the Dark Forest City headquarters.
Dolores, the Dark Elf Grand Matriarch, frowned deeply, her face filled with regret. "Damn that cursed mage. I never imagined he would grow to this extent! Back when he had yet to rise, I should have killed him!"
Dolores had once heard Yang Feng's name, but at the time, he had merely been a trivial Level-3 Warlock, utterly beneath her notice. Yet in less than a century, Yang Feng had advanced to become a true god and sent a Half-Orc expeditionary army to attack the Dark Elves, filling her with rage.
Dolores said coldly, "Anda!"
A beautiful Dark Elf wearing only a few scraps of leather armor that covered her vital parts appeared at once, knelt before Dolores, and said respectfully, "Yes, Grand Matriarch!"
Dolores asked, "How did the assassination teams fare?"
Cold sweat streamed down Anda's back. "So far, the assassination teams have killed twenty-five of the enemy and wounded one hundred thirty-seven, while suffering one thousand three hundred sixty-two casualties."
A cold gleam flashed through Dolores's beautiful eyes as she