Several hours later, Li Xuancang returned to the battlefield.
Seeing Li Xuancang return safely, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Li Xuancang had become a pillar holding up the heavens for the Imperial Court. Nothing could happen to him.
Li Xuancang's empty-handed return had been within everyone's expectations.
When a Late Profound Connection Realm expert wished to flee, it was difficult to kill them.
Everyone returned to the main hall to discuss the plans ahead.
"Yang Yuntian has already been severely wounded by me. He used a forbidden technique that burned his foundation to escape. He will not recover for at least a year or half."
The moment Li Xuancang said this, everyone shuddered, their hearts racing.
To force Yang Yuntian to burn his foundation and flee, Li Xuancang must have driven him into a dead end. The terror Li Xuancang inspired rose to an even greater height in everyone's hearts.
"Now that the rebel army's hundreds of thousands of troops have been buried by the Evil Cultivators themselves, we should press our victory and drive straight to the Yellow Dragon."
Li Xuancang intended to use thunderous measures, end the battle swiftly, and completely resolve Prince Fu's Residence.
Zhu Xuanye wore a bitter smile as he spoke helplessly.
"Marquis, after years of war, the Imperial Court is exhausted and the people's livelihoods are in ruins. We no longer have the strength to launch a counterattack."
The unceasing flames of war and smoke of beacons over these years had already emptied the Imperial Court's coffers.
The common people had borne taxes far heavier than before. Their resentment had long since boiled over, and they could barely survive.
Although they had now won, the Imperial Court had also reached its limit and lacked the strength to strike back.
At this, everyone fell