Last Bastion.
Near the Dual-Travel Gate.
Cheng Ming was tightly protected by a thousand Undying Warriors.
If not for the system's help, he thought he would have failed completely.
Fuck, how had it turned out like this? He had such a vast empire, along with the Dual-Travel Gate's help—why had it all come crashing down?
Sitting atop a raised platform, he turned it over and over in his mind, and it was all those bugs' fault.
If they had not all chosen to betray him, he would not have been run ragged.
He remembered that his last major defeat had come because someone leaked the Dual-Travel Gate's secret.
He had urgently redeployed troops to reinforce it, only to be caught in an ambush.
Over such a long time, the Teleportation Portal's secret had gradually become known to some of the upper ranks.
After all, enormous quantities of supplies had continuously appeared from one place.
And since the monsters could cross through as well, the enemy had naturally guessed the truth.
Cheng Ming thought it over more carefully.
Yet the deepest cause was not that.
His failure was ultimately because others within the ruling class had already chosen immortality.
Especially those who possessed knowledge and technology—they opposed him as emperor from the bottom of their hearts.
Because he would not let them enslave the people or achieve immortality.
That made those people unstable.
And though he constantly purged them, his numbers were limited.
A thousand Undying Warriors were certainly formidable, but the New Great Ming World was simply too vast.
It was an entire world.
Moreover, his people could not withstand these people's use of new powers.
That was the most important cause of his defeat.
Relying on their vast territory, the other side had gradually accumulated new strength in the