Borderlands

A certain Bai swaggered through the mountains and rivers, sightseeing her way back to the Southern Wasteland.

Bai Yujun admitted she could not defeat a group of Great Ascension Stage cultivators, but she could foresee fortune and danger beforehand. If she could not beat them, they could not ambush her either. When it came to ambushes and sneak attacks, demon beasts were even better at them. Born in primeval forests, they had no swaddling clothes and even less innocence. From the moment they were born, they began hunting and being hunted, until death.

There were dozens of ways to detect and avoid ambushes. A sneak attack might still succeed, but the odds were too low.

Humans and the Demon Race each had their own gifts. Nothing in this world was absolute, and it was difficult to say who was superior.

A certain flood dragon wandered east and west, in no hurry to return to the Southern Wasteland immediately. The news had already been sent back. One hundred thousand demon soldiers would not leave the Southern Wasteland to attack the Yan Empire—or rather, that empire with the sun sinking in the west.

An empire where the sun never set was unrealistic. No nation could endure forever.

The distant borderlands.

Yet the relationship between the Central Plains and the Southern Wasteland had turned tense, like drawn swords and bent bows...

Mountaintop.

Demon army general Qiao Jin held an exquisite metal tube and observed the Yan Kingdom outpost in the distance.

Equipment like telescopes could already be manufactured, and their clarity was extremely high. The first time Qiao Jin used one, she had been utterly stunned, treating this extendable monocular telescope as a divine thousand-mile eye. Only when she saw the factory deliver an entire crate of them, issued to scouts and units