Contending for the Great Wilderness

Feng Xu and his companion spent three years in the secret realm.

During those three years, the two lost all contact with the outside world. Even Commander Ling suddenly vanished, leaving everyone in the Central Wilderness's Human Race fearing for their lives.

The Heavenly Wolf Demon Race fared no better.

Though the Demon Race had a strict hierarchy, its members were loosely governed.

After their chief and one of their most promising members went to find the mountain god, neither was heard from again. Some demons thought the Demon King had met with disaster. Rumors spread, and trouble broke out across the tribe.

Feng Xu and his companion hurried back to the Central Wilderness, met with Yunfeng, and told him roughly what had happened.

"The Sky Wolf Demon King slaughtered other demons, only to die from Baleful Qi himself. That means the Demon Race has suffered heavy losses across the Great Wilderness. We should have a few peaceful years ahead."

Yunfeng clapped his hands and laughed.

The years of the Human Race struggling to survive were finally coming to an end. Without the Demon King holding them down, he feared no one.

"Why stop there? We can gather our people, wipe out the Heavenly Wolf Demon Race, and take the other half of the western Great Wilderness!"

Iron Pillar spoke eagerly.

He had already discussed it with Feng Xu on the way back.

Strike while the enemy was weak. They could not give the Demon Race a chance to recover.

They had also stationed plenty of people along the border recently, which would save time gathering the warriors.

"What do you think, Feng Xu?"

Yunfeng still wanted his opinion.

"We can fight, or we can hold back. The Demon Race grows more slowly than the Human Race. The longer we