The Wind Falcon Demon King's gaze swept over Feng Weibing first, lingering for only an instant before settling on Yang Xiao.
That look was like weighing an object's worth.
"Taking those earlier passes felt good, didn't it?"
"I created this wind field myself."
It surveyed the gorge beneath its feet, its voice carrying something close to smug pride.
"The winds at the seven wind passes each originally followed their own courses. I was the one who threw them all into disarray, and I drew in Yellow Wind Mountain's winds, current by current."
It paused, seemingly quite pleased with its handiwork.
"Multiple wind currents converge here, spiral, and collide to create a gorge filled with rushing air." It sneered, its eyes brimming with pride. "It barely qualifies as a Heavenwind Treasure Ground, I suppose."
Feng Weibing said coldly, "You dare show off a fake treasure ground?"
The Wind Falcon Demon King sneered.
"What if it's fake?" It looked down at him from above. "Each time I reshape the terrain of the seven wind passes, Yellow Wind Mountain's windblown sand pours another inch into Baisha Commandery."
There was not a trace of hesitation in its voice.
"Once Baisha Commandery is buried beneath yellow sand," it said, enunciating every word, "this entire region will be mine."
"Your Demon Suppression Division can hold it for a time, but not forever."
Yang Xiao glanced at it.
He could see the Demon King's scheme: it wasn't competing against the Demon Suppression Division over a single victory or defeat, but over time.
Baisha Commandery's walls were as fragile as crumbled tofu. Let the windblown sand pour in for another few months, and the city would empty itself without the creature lifting a claw.
Its claim that they could "hold it for a time, but not forever" really