When a Yin-Yang Man Takes On a Crowd of Scholars

Mingdu, the Sun Moon Empire's imperial court.

The Sun Moon Empire's high-level personnel had gathered here. Kong Deming was issuing orders through a newly launched satellite Soul Tool using an ultra-long-range Soul Tool Communicator.

Yet, the atmosphere in the court was somewhat off—at least, it did not suit the dire circumstances an empire under immense pressure ought to have been facing.

Several high-ranking officials glared furiously at the Sun Moon Empire's largest civilian partner, each of them looking as though they wanted to tear him apart and drink his blood.

Kong Deming's furious voice came from the Soul Tool. "Must your Pixiu Merchant Association really collude with that evil Undead Empire? Why are you still transporting and selling goods in the occupied territories?!"

The Sun Moon Empire's high-level personnel could hardly be blamed for their rage.

Their original plan had been sound.

All Soul Engineers had withdrawn from the occupied territories, and every merchant association had been ordered not to go there.

The entire central and northern regions of the Sun Moon Empire had entered lockdown.

This way, southern Sun Moon Empire society would lose the convenience of Soul Tools for a considerable period. The Undead Empire, meanwhile, had no corresponding measures that could accommodate the original Soul Tool energy supply system.

That would inevitably cause unrest in southern society and greatly divide the Undead Empire's attention.

The Undead Empire might have been powerful, but their shortage of manpower was their weakness. They could not possibly spare too many people to maintain people's livelihoods.

Kong Deming believed that producing such a vast number of War Soul Devices was already the Undead Empire's limit. There was no way they could still have the capacity to reinforce their homeland while maintaining a stable supply to the occupied territories.

The Sun Moon Empire