Hutian, Boundary Tablet, Nine Tripods

Zhou You did not return to the battlefield.

The situation was gradually becoming clear. The Fuji Organization had stepped from behind the scenes onto the front lines, clearly certain that the overall outcome had been decided.

The conspiracy they had plotted for so long had risen to the surface. It was time to reap the harvest.

The Witch Clan Tribes invaded from every direction like a raging fire—lively altars one after another, frenzied sacrifices one after another.

As the core ritual of the Great Sacrifice of All Beings, this war had already served its full purpose, feeding countless lives and rivers of blood from both the witches and the humans into an unprecedentedly lavish offering.

Although the "Sinking Land" plan in Northern Xuan Prefecture had failed, every other front had achieved complete success.

Across the six northern provinces—Northern Xuan, Great Witch, Cao Shu, Sea Nether, Spirit Stove, and Tongji—there was nowhere without war and no one untouched by calamity.

Over ten million li of red earth, hundreds of millions of corpses lay strewn across the land!

This catastrophe could be called equal before all living things. It was not only the common folk who suffered; many aristocratic clans entrenched in the cities were swept away one after another by all manner of Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities, powerful foes, and strange creatures, their bloodlines utterly severed.

The Witch Clan Tribes suffered even more grievously. Tribe after tribe was destroyed and erased from the rolls. Many noble surnames passed down from ancient times were cut off, along with their totems and altars, vanishing completely.

If the lost population, wealth, and other losses were compiled into figures, even one with a heart of iron and stone would be moved by the sight.

"The time has come. Is Hutian'nu still not going to