The Frontline

At this very moment, the frontline.

Calling it the frontline was not quite accurate. It was already far to the rear, after all, because the true frontline... had nearly been destroyed by Human Path's earlier surprise attack.

The Song Kingdom had been utterly wiped out. Not even a single bacterium had survived. Every earth spirit, along with all life upon them, had been exterminated after Human Path seized the opportunity.

That was right... utterly wiped out.

Human Path had seized the moment when the Baiyue Sovereigns were consumed by internal strife. They struck with precision, like a scalpel piercing flawlessly into a gap before opening up the cavity.

Decapitation Strike, city slaughter, destruction of earth spirits—done in one smooth motion. It had taken less than two chen, after which they swiftly retreated, withdrawing behind the towering bulwarks of the Southern Frontier.

Human Path had suffered roughly three hundred casualties, making the exchange rate approximately three hundred to ten billion.

Their operation had been too swift, too precise. Baiyue's rabble had possessed no way to resist.

Before the rabble could react, the sovereigns had been beheaded, numerous governors and high officials eradicated, the entire kingdom slaughtered within two chen, and their forces had returned to defend in orderly fashion.

Other than the slight casualties caused by scattered resistance, the entire operation had been practically flawless, seamless as garments woven by Heaven.

The nearest reinforcements and fortresses had not even had time to assemble. By the time they swayed and stumbled into motion, Human Path had already finished the battle, packed up, gone home, and eaten dinner.

This battle had made everyone in the Baiyue nations, from the lowliest soldiers to the sovereigns at the very top, terrified.

How could they possibly contend with a nation like this?

They were not even