"Ugh..."
Ye Chen suddenly shuddered, feeling a chill run down his back.
"Ye Chen, you're not dead, are you?!"
Seeing this, Ye Long put on a show of concern.
"I'm fine!"
Ye Chen forced down the chill creeping up his back and asked, "How many people have your Devil Eyes taken control of now?"
"Good, you're not dead!"
Ye Long felt a pang of disappointment, then answered, "I've used my Devil Eyes to take control of everyone in an entire city, but fewer than a hundred meet the standards to join the army."
"How can there be fewer than a hundred?!"
Ye Chen immediately grew agitated. "At this rate, by the time I gather my army, Qin Hao will have already won the hearts of the people across the realm."
"There's nothing we can do about that!"
Ye Long looked helpless. "Before the First Emperor ascended, he trampled the martial world beneath his horses' hooves and destroyed all the sects. He also wiped out the great clans that had passed down their legacies for tens of thousands of years. On top of that, he rounded up cultivators to build the Great Wall and dig the canals. The number of cultivators in the Ancient Wasteland fell by nearly thirty percent. Of the remaining eighty percent, half were crippled. Recruiting an army by the old standards is just too difficult now."
"Births, births! We need births!!"
Ye Chen's face was full of indignation, but inside, he was terrified.
Although he had slaughtered countless people as the Northern Border God of War, compared to Qin Feng, he was a pure virgin. Even if he jerked off ten times, he still wouldn't have killed as many people as Qin Feng.
"Ye Chen!"
Ye Long couldn't help trying to dissuade him. "The Great Qin is