This winter grew ever colder. By late December, heavy snow swirled through the air, and the upper reaches of the Yuan River within Qilan Kingdom had frozen over. The cold swept across the entire Blakerson Human Corridor. At last, the demonized puppet legion that had lingered along the Yuan River's southern bank for over a month charged across the frozen river amid the wind and snow, pouring into Qilan Kingdom like black locusts.
As the first batch of demonized puppets crossed the Yuan River, the Demon Marshal stood atop a small hill on its southern bank. The biting north wind made the bloody cloak behind him crack and snap like blazing flames, radiating a terrifying majesty. The snowflakes drifting toward him vaporized instantly before they could even approach his body, dissolved by the invisible Battle Qi surrounding him...
Watching more and more demonized puppets surge across the Yuan River, the Demon Marshal was filled with soaring ambition.
He had finally taken this subcontinent.
The Devil Race's occupation of this subcontinent was not, however, the best outcome the Demon Marshal had envisioned years ago. In his ideal scenario, the Weiyi Subcontinent should still have retained at least three hundred million people. Under the rule of the Three-Eyed Society families, those three hundred million people would have unleashed immense military potential. The Devil Race legion under his command and the Three-Eyed Society families would have used them as a foundation to expand their victories without cease, conquering the entire Weiyi Subcontinent and every human territory and nation within its surrounding reach. They would have turned this subcontinent into a fortress from which the Devil Race could contend with humanity aboveground for the long term, steadily wearing down human strength.
But now, all of that had become a bubble.
Nothing came without a