Back in the real world, representatives from countless factions had already gathered at the Ying Family. The grand hall was packed to the brim and buzzing with activity. Those who came were either rich or noble, dressed in gleaming finery and speaking with elegant ease.
Then, a young man entered through the doors with a group of bodyguards. The entire hall fell silent, and countless eyes converged on him.
Reconciliation! Zhao Fu was quite in favor of it as well, mainly because he wanted to reduce resistance. If he truly wiped them out one by one, it would consume too much time and effort, and they would certainly fight back with all they had.
Great Qin primarily relied on the Undead Catastrophe. Though the Undead Catastrophe now seemed unstoppable, that was not actually the case. If they gathered several teams of twenty million players at once and had them work together with one heart, the undead army could still be wiped out.
In that previous battle, they had lost because they had been too confident and lacked unity. More importantly, most of them were ordinary people who had never seen that kind of battle before; there was simply no way they could unite as one.
Zhao Fu wanted the Undead Catastrophe to truly grow to the point where no one could stop it. Right now, he felt that this was still mere child's play. The northern part of the continent had roughly two thousand regions in total, yet after a month and a half, the undead army had only ravaged as far as the eighth region.
At such a pace, how long would it take to ravage the entire north? How long would it take to ravage all of Huaxia? How long would it take to ravage the entire world?