Half a year later, before a rather famous gorge in the Wilds, numerous cultivators of the Human and Monster Races were stationed there.
Yet few banners fluttered within the camp. Instead, a large number of beast-drawn carriages had gathered there.
Clearly, they had not come here to wage war.
"Brother Zhou, aren't the higher-ups mistaken? This is the renowned Sea of Storms. Are we really going to build a new city here?"
Looking at the Sky-Piercing Wind Pillars ahead, each more than ten thousand zhang tall, Liu Wei felt that whoever had issued this order must have been kicked in the head by a Six-legged Beast!
"The higher-ups didn't ask us to level the Sea of Storms, Brother Liu, so why are you in such a hurry?
Just wait. In a few days, we'll likely find out what is going on."
The other demon race man, born with iron wings on his back, was rather calm. He crossed his arms over his chest, showing no trace of anxiety.
"Alas, how could Liu not understand that? But what we lack is time!
I heard our race recently conquered another major city of the Shadow Race. Such a fine opportunity to earn merit and establish ourselves may never come again if we miss it!"
The Sea of Storms was a famous deadly region in the nearby Wilds. Even Integration Stage cultivators had to take a detour around it.
Therefore, Liu Wei believed that even if his race truly possessed a means to level it, it could not be accomplished anytime soon.
In other words, since he had been assigned to oversee the construction of the city, the merit of destroying the Shadow Race would certainly have nothing to do with him!
"Who told us both to get injured in the previous great