On the docks of Yiyang Port, the atmosphere was silent and grave. Apart from the last batch of Hurricane Legion warriors departing, the final tens of thousands of people still gathered in Yiyang City would also leave with the fleet. Once they were gone, Yiyang City and the three cities within Huaiyuan Prefecture would essentially become empty cities.
If the Devil Race could reach this place, then the entire Weiyi Subcontinent would already have fallen. Leaving over a hundred thousand people behind to die in an isolated city where they could see no hope of survival, merely to expend several times as many demonized puppets, no longer held any meaning in Zhang Tie's eyes. Therefore, he had not arranged for any "volunteers" to remain and defend the cities in the three cities of Huaiyuan Prefecture. He had everyone leave.
At the docks, a row of massive vessels ranging from ten thousand tons to a million tons stood lined up, and everyone silently walked toward the ships they were assigned to board.
Once filled with passengers, the ships sounded their horns and departed one after another, sailing eastward.
Before several million-ton vessels, long lines had formed. The proof needed by those in line to board was not an expensive ticket bought with gold coins, but a contract bearing their fingerprints and written in both Hua Script and Siberian Script—a document voluntarily relinquishing part of their personal and freedom rights, agreeing to settle in certain lower provinces or frontier wastelands of the Eastern Continent, and to obey certain arrangements made by the holder of the document.
Everything had two sides. What was a disaster for the Weiyi Subcontinent was, for the many great clans, merchant groups, and even local governments of lower provinces and frontier wastelands on the Eastern Continent, the best