Over the past three years, Wang Wu had traveled all the way back from Centipede Ridge to Heavenly Dao Mountain. What he had seen and heard was not comprehensive, but it was enough for him to see clearly.
The overall situation in the Western Wilderness had been decided. There would be no more upheavals.
The Western Wilderness no longer had the soil for another Demon Emperor to emerge.
The Human side was now openly playing its hand.
One move to split the Ancient Blood Demon Race from the Mortal Blood Demon Race was the deadliest blow of all.
Especially allowing mortals to hire the Mortal Blood Demon Race—it was practically an instant-kill technique.
The Mortal Blood Demon Race knew perfectly well how they had fared in the past. After these mortals arrived, perhaps out of fear, they basically never dared withhold wages or rations. That fact alone made the Mortal Blood Demon Race flock to them like ducks to water.
Wherever they worked themselves to the bone, they were still beasts of burden. Why not choose somewhere a little more comfortable?
Besides, the Human cultivators were truly generous. Situational Vitality Pills and Refined Gold Body Tempering Pills might not be supplied without limit, but they could still occasionally feast on them.
At any rate, Wang Wu felt that resisting the Human cultivators in the Western Wilderness was meaningless now. The Western Wilderness Demon Race was simply too easy to deal with.
Worth mentioning was that Wang Wu had no idea what Lu Wuchen and True Person Yu Feng had discussed, but they had not put out a warrant for him. They had not mentioned the Ancient Blood Bear Clan either. Even Bear Sixteen was still alive, currently serving as an idle Demon King on some small mountain.
Even Old Ox,