In the battle against the Wujiu Tribe, their losses were disastrous. Roughly ten thousand barbarian soldiers died in battle, and fifty thousand Barbarian Slaves were killed.
Although the Wujiu Tribe had also lost around fifteen thousand elites, by comparison, the Wujiu Tribe's losses were likewise extremely tragic.
But to Mo Hua, this was fundamentally nothing worth feeling happy about.
A Pyrrhic victory, even if it was a victory, also meant "defeat."
At the same time, the problem of the Wujiu Tribe had also been laid before them.
For the next stretch of time, this would be the strongest enemy across almost the entire Vermilion Bird Mountain Realm.
War with the Wujiu Tribe had been unavoidable to begin with.
Not to mention that, because of the encounter before them, both sides had suffered severe losses and forged a blood feud. In the future, the situation was even more destined to be one of fighting until one side died. Elder You, the Hua Family, and even the Hua Family Ancestor were the "black hands" in the dark.
And this Wujiu Tribe, with its numerous soldiers, many generals, and powerful strength, was the "formidable enemy" out in the open.
Both of these enemies had to be dealt with somehow.
Over the next few days, Mo Hua remained in seclusion, constantly pondering the overall situation of the Great Wilderness and the corresponding countermeasures.
During this period, the Shugu Tribe also faced other frictions, with conflicts large and small breaking out nonstop.
The situation was chaotic, all matters tangled and complex, countless strands of cause and effect all crowding together in one rush, the Causality Lines mottled and interwoven.
Mo Hua not only had to see through the broader picture, he also had to personally deduce certain trivial matters, lest within those trivial matters there