Inside the Great Wall lay the human world; outside the Great Wall lay hell.
That was the instinctive impression in the heart of everyone standing atop the Great Wall.
It was the warm season of spring. Inside the Great Wall, flowers bloomed, grass flourished, and birds sang. Outside the Great Wall, black qi shrouded the land and grayness spread as far as the eye could see. There were no colors, no beasts or birds—only a deathly stillness.
Ying Boyan stroked the walls of the Great Wall, known as the "spine of humanity," with both hands. He sighed softly and said, "Conquering the Nine Nations is easy; driving out the Devil Race is difficult. The Nine Nations are all human. Humans fear death and weigh their interests. The Devil Race is a beast race, a barbaric people untouched by civilization. They are impossible to communicate or integrate with. There is only one road left: either you die, or I do."
"The war against the devils has only just begun, yet you're already sighing like this? As the ruler of a nation and commander of the anti-devil army, if someone else heard you, wouldn't that count as shaking the army's morale?" Ying Wuyu, standing behind him, criticized him without mercy. Ying Wuyu held a high position and great authority. He was the Imperial Advisor of the Peacock Dynasty, with countless believers, and he was also Ying Boyan's uncle—a member of the Ying Clan's imperial family. Only he dared speak this way to the king before him, who might well unify the Nine Nations of humanity.
"The Devil Race is detestable. They've ruined my great undertaking of unifying the Nine Nations." Ying Boyan smiled. "Now that they're right before our eyes, yet I can't lead an army to drive them away and slaughter