When Gu Xi returned to the vicinity of the battlefield, he woke up in a daze.
He had slept, yet he had not slept.
After all, he had been giving orders the entire way. Once he had finished, he opened his eyes and found himself back at the battlefield.
Even Gu Xi did not know what to say about such a situation.
Was this exploitation beyond even that of a workhorse?
Gu Xi was utterly speechless.
Fortunately, the battle here had already ended, and Gu Xi's subordinates had begun to clean up the battlefield.
Aside from inspecting the situation here, Gu Xi had nothing particularly important to do.
That made Gu Xi feel much more relaxed.
Standing in the basin where the Morda People had once gathered, Gu Xi looked at the lake that had formed from the basin and turned gray. A thought suddenly came to him.
Although the flood formed by the River of Forgetfulness had subsided, the River of Forgetfulness Gu Xi had opened along the way had not been withdrawn.
The river water was still flowing continuously along the channel Gu Xi had blasted open.
In order to let the flood crest strike the Morda People more smoothly, Gu Xi had repeatedly guided the river channel along the way.
Now, even without anyone pushing it from behind, the river water would not flow elsewhere. In the end, it would all flow into the battlefield before him.
It could be said that as long as the River of Forgetfulness did not stop, the water on this battlefield would probably remain forever.
Previously, Gu Xi had planned to drain all this water away.
But now, standing by the water's edge, Gu Xi had a different idea.
The lake water had completely changed in nature. Though it was still