Corresponding to the fierce battles on the three fronts were three transport convoys that moved day and night without rest.
After all, the Three Tribes of Chi Ya had been defeated too quickly. The supplies in various places had not been transferred in time, and in the end, they had all benefited the Xia Ling Tribe.
Even the Flying Spirit Race, which had only gotten a share of the spoils, had been grabbing loot until their hands went numb these days. They had truly struck it rich!
Amid such favorable circumstances, Luo Hong had not left Supreme Yang Peak even once. He waited for news while comprehending and cultivating.
That was right. After the war began, Luo Hong had once again faintly sensed the existence of his evil corpse.
Luo Hong was not surprised by this. After all, he had launched this campaign in anger, and he clearly intended to carry out collective punishment, leaving neither chickens nor dogs alive.
His order to exterminate the three tribes was certainly not empty talk!
Yet as his sense of the evil corpse deepened this time, Luo Hong's Spiritual Sense showed no abnormalities.
This indicated that although he was committing evil, he was not increasing the evil corpse's power.
"So that is how it is. Their heroes are our enemies; that is the correct way to sense the evil corpse.
By that logic, for the Human Race to prosper so greatly in the Immortal World, we Da Luo Cultivators must have contributed quite a bit."
Luo Hong spoke slowly, and many realizations immediately arose in his heart.
"Husband."
The stone door opened, and Yuan Yao walked in with a solemn expression.
"Is there news?"
Luo Hong opened his eyes and asked.
Five years had passed since the war began. The three armies had