The Tushan Expeditionary Force breached the formation and slowly entered the ancestral grounds of the Golden Winged Royal Clan.
The standards that followed were simple.
Those who resisted were killed without mercy. No trial was needed; they were executed on the spot.
Then, maneaters died.
With these two standards enforced rigorously, every resisting Golden Winged Royal Clan cultivator was slain. Every surrendered Golden Winged Royal Clan cultivator had to open their divine souls for judgment. Those unwilling to cooperate died.
In the hands of the Tushan Expeditionary Force, everything proceeded in perfect order: seizing spoils, rotating rest periods, judging demons guilty of sin.
They moved neither hurriedly nor slowly, ignoring the roars, shrill howls, and venomous cries of the Golden Winged Royal Clan cultivators as they went about their work.
After these two judgment procedures were carried out, the Golden Winged Royal Clan's territory was emptied within mere hours.
Ninety-nine percent of the Golden Winged Royal Clan cultivators had died.
They had been wiped out cleanly. Their demon bodies were confiscated and would be refined into all manner of magical treasures and artifacts, especially flying vessels and flying swords, which possessed greater compatibility with them.
The few remaining Golden Winged Royal Clan cultivators respectfully prostrated themselves on the ground, doing their utmost to conceal the hatred in their hearts.
"You will be shrouded in the radiance of Tushan Law."
Gong Caiyu spoke gently.
As a Politics Sect cultivator, she was handling these surviving Golden Winged Royal Clan cultivators. As a Nascent Soul Cultivator, she could easily see through the deepest thoughts of these demon kings, demon generals, and lesser demons.
Yet she did not care.
These remaining Golden Winged Royal Clan cultivators would be relocated to the Northern Plains.
For five generations, every one of these Demon Cultivators would have