Cleaning

Eighty thousand Snake Demon Soldiers split into separate forces to put down a rebellion for an ally.

In units of five or ten thousand, they radiated outward like a spiderweb from the thousand-year-old Imperial Capital. Qiao Jin led more than ten thousand demon soldiers against the tribes of the wasteland, marching swiftly and mightily.

Three hundred li from the capital stood an ancient city with nearly a million inhabitants.

Nearly all of that city's defenders had been transferred to the Great Wall. The wasteland Wolf Riders and ordinary cavalry exploited the opening to slaughter the city, keeping their blades unsealed for ten days.

Among the tribes that had entered the pass, some were good and some evil. Several reasonable tribes could not stop the violent ones from running wild, and in helplessness divided into righteous and wicked factions that stood opposed to one another, refusing to keep company with them.

Perhaps to those who delighted in slaughter, it was a powerful army, and its commander was hailed as a famous general.

Yet no matter how one looked at it, massacring a city was primitive and barbaric. It especially dealt a crushing blow to the defenders holding the Great Wall against the corpse calamity, to the point that the corpses nearly breached the fortress.

Massacring cities, plundering, committing every evil imaginable, and cutting off the grain routes to the Great Wall.

Bai Yujun's order to Qiao Jin contained only two words: kill them all. Perhaps it was cruel, but a life for a life was the law of heaven and earth. If they killed others, they had to be prepared to be killed themselves. They had all evolved from monkeys; no one was special.

Ten thousand demon soldiers arrived at the battlefield.

Qiao Jin covered her nose, her brows tightly furrowed.