"All right. Assemble the army, have the rear continuously send reinforcements, and advance hundreds of millions of li into Shadow Clan territory."
"Also, warn all the surrounding major races: whichever race dares to make a move will become the great enemy of the Human Race. The Human Race will certainly settle the score."
After Ye Lin finished speaking, the True Lords below inwardly thought, Just as expected. Ye Lin was young and high-spirited; there was no way he would let things end so simply. From the look of it, he intended to erase the Shadow Clan from the river of history.
After Ye Lin's orders were issued, the entire army advanced into Shadow Clan territory. Along the way, they encountered not the slightest resistance.
The Shadow Clan cultivators along the route fled toward the rear like madmen, terrified of being caught by the Human Race army.
Those Shadow Clan cultivators who failed to escape in time were mercilessly crushed beneath the army's advance.
Meanwhile, high in the sky, within the invisible expanse of space, the Luck Golden Dragon manifested from the fortune of the Human Race of the Eastern Continent coiled above Human Race territory, repeatedly roaring at a mass of black mist opposite it.
That black mist was the creature manifested from the Shadow Clan's fortune. Yet before the Luck Golden Dragon, it trembled violently. Clearly, it was deeply afraid of the Luck Golden Dragon.
When the spies of the various races returned to their own clans, the entire Eastern Continent was shaken.
The Shadow Clan had provoked the Human Race for decades. Everyone had originally thought that a heaven-shaking war would erupt between the two.
But what happened? After just one battle, the Shadow Clan had retreated step by step, utterly incapable of resisting the Human Race in