"Come to think of it, I should be able to go grind up some Evil Wind Resistance now. I just wonder what the situation outside is like?"
Wang Wu pondered. Lu Wuchen's siege of Centipede Ridge had now entered its eighteenth year, and the entire ridge had nearly been turned inside out. That old bastard should have realized he might fail by now. But as a first-grade Heaven Realm Great Cultivator of the human race, his methods were definitely not limited to this.
"If I were him, setting aside individual strength and looking only from a strategic perspective, this massive operation has not only given the Great Snow Mountain Battlefield a chance to rest and recuperate, but will also make him lose face within the Cloud Cauldron Nine Cities Alliance. He may be the strongest, but humans have rules and procedures. There might be elders or the like who seize this matter as a pretext to make trouble."
"So, in order to stabilize his rear, recover his reputation, and preserve his authority, Lu Wuchen might seek outside help..."
"So if the Great Snow Mountain can withstand one Heaven Realm Great Cultivator, what about two?"
"If Lu Wuchen is truly driven into a corner, the Great Snow Mountain may fall within ten years."
"He might even impose a loose rein policy on the Centipede Ridge region—not slaughtering the Demon Race, but requiring every demon to register their identity and become nominally part of the human race. Well, a foreign race. Then he could turn Centipede Ridge into a factory for the Cloud Cauldron Nine Cities Alliance, as well as a bridgehead for attacking and plundering Black Forest."
"If I were Lu Wuchen, I would focus on controlling all demons connected to me on one hand, while no longer pursuing me with