In a Great Wilderness year like this, keeping one person alive and feeding them a full meal took no small amount of trouble.
But ensuring that a whole group of disaster victims could eat steadily, even remain full over time, required vast quantities of Spirit Stones and an enormous expenditure of resources.
Disaster relief was thankless work.
Throughout history, relief supplies from every side were skimmed and exploited layer upon layer as they passed from top to bottom. What truly reached the disaster victims had always been pitifully little.
Taking such "losses" into account, the resources consumed by disaster relief became an outrageously staggering figure.
It was a massive business that ran at a loss.
The Dao Court, the Earth Sect, aristocratic clans, and all other powers were no different.
Any "businessman" who could do the sums would never do such a thing.
Thus, rather than taking a loss and spending immense manpower and resources to feed these disaster victims, it was better to kill them all with one stroke and be done with it.
With no people left, there would naturally be no need to waste food.
If the problem could not be solved, then solve the people who created the problem.
Moreover, what had happened in the Azure Fields State Boundary was a riot. Every one of these disaster victims wore the label of "rioter" on their heads.
Whether they truly were rioters or not, they could all be killed by mistake rather than allowed to slip through.
There were even worse cases: slaughtering everyone without distinguishing black from white would instead count as a great achievement.
One rioter meant one Merit Point.
Heads rolled like waves; battle merits shone brightly.
Mo Hua's expression turned cold.
Gu Changhuai's face also darkened somewhat.
These matters were cruel, but they