The Tree-Horn King swept his gaze over the slowly advancing army.
This Li Qingxian was indeed formidable. It looked like a scheme, yet within the yin hid yang.
If they did not detoxify, they could only recuperate where they stood and abandon the campaign.
If they detoxified, they would still have to march while riddled with injuries and illness, leaving hidden dangers behind.
The Tree-Horn King glanced indifferently at the witch doctors and said, "Maintain normal protection. As for everything else, close enough will do. Do not waste any more medicine or magical artifacts. If you do not say it, I do not say it, and no one tests for it, then it does not exist."
"By your command!"
The witch doctors returned helplessly.
The Demon Race army continued onward, but the atmosphere underwent a subtle change.
Those soldiers who had suddenly grown old occasionally looked at one another's withered beast fur, then at their own shriveled skin, before looking toward the Middle Rank and Upper Rank demons with glossy fur.
Gradually, rumors spread through the army.
One demon general after another reported the situation within the army to the Tree-Horn King.
The Tree-Horn King's gaze remained cold as he slowly said, "As long as we slaughter the Human Race and seize this fertile land, everything will improve. For the Demon Race, this little labor pain is nothing."
The rumors continued spreading, but the young soldiers did not care.
A small number of elderly soldiers walked on while recalling the countless labor pains of their demon lives.
After the army marched on for a while longer, coughing suddenly rose and fell throughout the Demon Race ranks. The witch doctors hurried over once again.
"Reporting to the Grand Marshal, something has happened again. Every soldier's lungs are coated in the corrosive