Transforming Productive Capacity

"Are you saying that Starfire's monitoring of the Cult showed that the reinforcements originally rushing this way had all been redirected back?"

Before the large table, Ye Xiu looked at Fu Ling, who had hurried over with the latest intelligence.

"Yes, sir. Although we have no way of entering the Cult itself to fully determine their movements, the intelligence gathered by the agents you ordered planted along the border between the two sides is exactly this."

Fu Ling was equally puzzled.

The Cult and Starfire had both developed on the sky islands for so long. Now that they had finally built solid foundations and could explore downward to open up new territory, they should have been guarding against each other carefully.

To put it arrogantly, if all the forces of the other races and the zombies were added together, Starfire and the Cult truly would not be their match.

But just as two different forces within humanity clashed against one another, the struggles among the other races that had occupied the earth through the apocalypse were no fewer than their own.

Take the Snow Mountain Range. Though they had previously made a grand show of establishing some Snow Mountain Range Royal Court, in reality, it was merely something the Zhucheng Clan had copied from information and systems gleaned from the flesh and blood they had acquired through trade with the Cult—drawing a gourd from its outline.

Back then, the Zhucheng Clan could fight, and they also had the brains to pick their targets one by one.

After beating one tribe into submission, they would yield most of the benefits when dealing with the next, using the other tribes' strength to bring down yet another.

Only through this snowballing method had they barely managed to pull together a royal court composed