The clockwork birds sent out earlier had spotted two new gathering points of Demon Barbarians, forming new tribes. Estimates put one at roughly eight thousand Demon Barbarians and the other at roughly twelve thousand.
Based on the strength of their qi and blood, the ratio of Demon Commoners, Demon Soldiers, and Demon Generals could be roughly estimated at two to five to three, while Demon Marshals numbered only about one-tenth as many as Demon Commoners.
Among the Demon Barbarians outside, the numbers at each rank formed a proper pyramid: Demon Commoners were vast in number, and the higher one went, the fewer there were.
But this place was mostly filled with captives, so there were instead more Demon Soldiers and Demon Generals. Demon Commoners were even fewer than Demon Generals, and most of those Demon Commoners were quite young—a large portion were descendants of Demon Barbarians who had survived in the Hunting Grounds.
After their first battle, everyone brimmed with confidence and their morale soared. As they traveled, several middle-aged Metropolitan Graduates even shared amusing stories from the military, making everyone laugh heartily.
Only Ji Zhibai remained expressionless.
Ji Zhibai dearly wished to find an opportunity to make Fang Yun lose face, but after pondering it for a long time, he finally gave up. If his actions affected this Spring Hunt, the Metropolitan Graduates present would truly dare to splash blood five steps away and kill him. The Sainthood power of the Hunting Grounds would only protect Metropolitan Graduates from being killed by Demon Barbarians; it would not protect them from killing one another.
Ji Zhibai no longer harbored the slightest thought of assassinating Fang Yun, because he knew that if he killed Fang Yun, not only would he himself be arrested and sent to the Sin Prison Ancient Land