The battle of Jindou Mountain came to an end.
The battle was over, yet the battle of Jindou Mountain was far from finished.
Inside a wide, black military tent, upon an ice-blue jade high-backed armchair.
Wang Ming was curled up entirely within it at that moment.
A beast-skin quilt was wrapped around his body, and from time to time, a cough would escape from him.
The Battle of Jindou Mountain could be said to be a defeat for Wang Ming, but it could also be said to be a victory.
He had failed to successfully kill Green Ox Demon, which was indeed a failure; however, Wang Ming's original goal was not to kill Green Ox Demon, but rather to pass through Jindou Mountain.
As Green Ox Demon was taken up to Heavenly Court by Lord Lao, the path ahead of Wang Ming was now unblocked once again.
Yet the cost was likewise immense.
All the commoners within the borders of Great Tang fell into a brief state of weakness; their essence, vital energy, spirit, and national fortune had been extracted by nearly ten percent by Wang Ming.
However,
all of these would require several years to recover.
A Human King could extract the national fortune of the human race for his own use, but there was a limit.
Exceeding thirty percent, the Human King would face the backlash and betrayal of the human race.
Exceeding forty percent, it would cause harm to ordinary human beings, and then the Human King would be besieged by the resentment of countless human people, clouding his mind and causing continuous mistakes.
"Your Majesty, do you really want all the soldiers to return to Chang'an?" Fang Xuanling asked.
Wang Ming tightened the skin blanket around his body and nodded, saying, "That's right, let them return!