The old man hastily retreated. More than a dozen magical artifacts flew out at once, yet they could not hold Su Yueli back for even a breath.
Moments later, his corpse lay outside the formation, and thirty thousand commoners were saved.
Over the next few days, Su Yueli slew five powerful cultivators above the Thirteenth Realm in succession.
The major dynasties finally reined themselves in, and the high-realm cultivators at the front lines received a death order.
They were not to approach ordinary cities, nor were they to attack mortals.
The large-scale massacres that had once occurred frequently also came to a temporary halt.
All sides were waiting—waiting for Su Yueli to let down her guard, and waiting for a new solution.
Within the Great Qian military camp, several commanders discussed matters around a map for an entire night.
They could not let Thirteenth Realm cultivators massacre cities.
But that did not mean they could not cut off the cities' food supplies.
A general pointed to the rear of Great Xun.
"There are three grain depots here."
"Once they are destroyed, the twelve cities on the front line will be cut off from food."
The commander-in-chief stared at the map.
There were at least a million commoners in those twelve cities.
Once the food ran out, they would not last a month.
"Send Twelfth Realm cultivators."
The commander-in-chief finally made his decision. "Do not kill anyone. Only destroy the grain depots."
Similar orders appeared in the other dynasties as well. They had found the gap in Su Yueli's rules, and that very night, dozens of cultivator squads left their camps.
They bypassed every city and headed straight for grain depots, water sources, and food transport routes.
No one laid a hand on the commoners.
Yet even more lives were written