Chu Jiangliu arranged for his personal guards to take Mo Qing to the northern side of the Yongjiang Mountains to investigate the Poison Arts.
Meanwhile, Lin Bai, Chu Jiangliu, and the others entered the royal tent to discuss a countermeasure.
"Leave the matter concerning the Poison Arts to Mo Qing. If Mo Qing can't handle it, then I'll personally make a trip to the Poison God Family and force them to hand over the antidote."
"Alternatively, we can reclaim Southern Continent as soon as possible and have the Chu Family Army withdraw as quickly as possible."
Inside the royal tent, Lin Bai spoke softly.
Chu Jiangliu's eyes narrowed. He said in a low voice, "Sword King, this isn't a long-term solution. Even if we reclaim Southern Continent now and the Chu Family Army can withdraw smoothly, as long as the Poison God Family exists, Southern Continent will be difficult to reclaim."
"Sword King, you saw it yourself. With a single display of the Poison Arts, the Poison God Family slaughtered the Chu Family Army until its armor was abandoned and its helmets cast aside, sending hundreds of thousands of soldiers to the Yellow Springs."
"In the face of the Poison God Family's Poison Arts, even if the Chu Family Army possessed heaven-reaching abilities and had endured countless battles, it would still be utterly helpless."
"Even if we reclaim Southern Continent now, once the Divine Martial Nation's legions leave, Southern Continent may surrender to the Divine Martial Nation in name, but in reality, the Divine Martial Nation's legions wouldn't dare venture deep into Southern Continent. Otherwise, who knows how many soldiers would die on the spot to another display of the Poison God Family's Poison Arts?"
Chu Jiangliu spoke earnestly, and the implication behind his words was crystal clear.
Lin Bai