And they intended to use all living beings as consumable materials. How could the people possibly endure such a thing?
"Why couldn't they endure it? The greatest truth in this world is power. As long as one sweeps aside everything and suppresses everything, naturally no one will dare utter a word. As for these commoners, there will be as many as needed. Like weeds, a new crop sprouts every year!"
"Even if the entire population of Yu Kingdom is slaughtered, the ninety-nine provinces of the Great Chiliocosm World all have people. As long as war is started, countless people can easily be captured and brought back!"
Wang Xuan sneered. This was treating the other provinces as blood bags.
He believed that the nations established by other Royal Clan Players followed the same model.
His Divine Sense continued expanding until it enveloped all of Cloud Province. Nearly everywhere was much the same.
Yet Cloud Province did not lack forces of resistance entirely.
Where there was oppression, there would be resistance. It was the same in any world.
At the edge of Cloud Province stood a mountain stronghold built against the slopes. More than a dozen people carrying bows stood atop its walls.
There were roughly several thousand people inside the stronghold, men and women, young and old. The chief was a burly Great Grandmaster, currently refining his blood and qi move by move.
Yet he did not know that an elite force of one hundred had already completed its encirclement outside the stronghold.
The commander of this force was, surprisingly, a Royal Clan Player. His cultivation was not particularly high, but he had still reached the Martial Saint realm.
He had even cultivated his soul into a Ghost Immortal Yin Spirit. His Divine Sense swept through the entire stronghold, and a