The White Flood Dragon Demon King stockpiled weapons, drilled troops, and prepared for war.
The war in the Central Plains beyond the Southern Wasteland raged like a blazing fire. No one knew whether those Vassal Kings had swallowed iron weights or what, but not a single one was willing to bow their head and meet a good end. All of them fought bloody battles to the death, while the noble clans and powerful families under their rule drained their fortunes dry, some even falling into ruin.
Most alarming of all, several city massacres had shocked the Central Plains!
Before their cities fell and perished, who knew whether they had been possessed by demon gods? They set fire to their cities and took everyone with them into the grave. If Ironball knew that blazing cities for burial had become fashionable, it would surely feel helpless. Those without graves were difficult to deal with.
Others, after capturing a city, let their troops run rampant for three days, creating a living hell...
Fortunately, there were not many such cases. Otherwise, after a few more rounds of this, there would be no need to fight at all. They could simply sit at home and wait for the Southern Wasteland forests to spread, turning the Central Plains back into a world of forests. Once everyone was dead, what the hell would there be left to fight over?
Since the Yan Army had sent Bai Yujun several cartloads of gold and jewels, they had quieted down. Giving away someone else's property as a gift did not hurt nearly as much.
Qing Ling asked Bai Yujun when they would send troops. The answer she received was that the time had not yet come, and they could not act rashly. Especially when the war was going smoothly, they