A thousand miles of fertile land, an ancient mighty city.
Unrivaled City.
Within the City Lord's Manor, Dugu Yifang gloomily finished reading the letter sent back by the Phantom and Inner Demon Envoys. His gaze flickered uncertainly before he suddenly snorted and muttered, "Black Wind Stronghold Master. If you are still alive and well, then so be it. But if you are truly dead, Dongfang Bubai alone cannot possibly sustain such a vast foundation as your Black Wind Stronghold. Any ambition and resources must be matched by strength."
Though he said so, Dugu Yifang still overlooked the severe injuries mentioned by the Phantom and Inner Demon Envoys in their letter, forcibly suppressing his fury.
He knew full well that a moment of impatience could ruin great plans. Whether Jiang Dali had lived or died after his battle with Xiong Ba, his formidable and troublesome friends were no easy opponents. Thus, no matter how ambitious he was, he could not rashly kick someone when they were down and start a war.
For now, his only strategy was to wait quietly for news.
If the Black Wind Stronghold Master was truly dead or failed to appear for a long time, then he had plenty of ways to ensure that Unrivaled City gained the greatest possible benefit from this war against the Heavenly Alliance.
Back then, he and the Black Wind Stronghold Master had agreed that no matter how many Heavenly Alliance branch halls Unrivaled City captured, it could claim thirty percent of their territory and resources as spoils of war.
Yet in reality, by now, nearly ninety percent of the Heavenly Alliance branch halls that had been conquered were under the control of Unrivaled City's forces.
Naturally, half of that territory had not been captured by Unrivaled City.
It was merely because