Cultivators neither ate nor drank, and would readily spend months, years, or even more than sixty years in secluded cultivation.
With their long lifespans, their sense of time differed vastly from that of mortal people. Ordinary matters rarely made them anxious.
Yet he had never expected these past few days to give him a taste of each day dragging on like a year.
Li Ling knew that people were dying every minute and second throughout the Misty Wave Kingdom. More than half a month had already passed since the incident began.
Given how the islands lay scattered everywhere, with experts dispatched to strike and reinforce different locations before using Netherworld Sect spells to summon zombies, skeletons, and vengeful spirits to assist them, the daily death toll ran from several million to over ten million.
By now, the accumulated casualties should already have exceeded a hundred million.
Although wiping out a region's population became harder as time went on, he could not rule out the Netherworld Sect conducting utterly inhuman blood sacrifice ceremonies or other evil secret arts to sweep everything clean.
They therefore had to race against every second and swiftly consolidate the West Sea's forces to respond.
Under his strict orders, life was hardly easy for those on Jade Lang Mountain either.
They had to work around the clock, mobilizing every force they could and gathering every scrap of intelligence available.
Just one day later, the Heaven-Piercing Tower sent two pieces of news, one good and one bad.
The good news was that the tower had reached an internal consensus. All its principal owners had decided to submit to Li Ling and hand over its personnel and assets.
This was both an apology and a pledge of allegiance, preparing for Li Ling's takeover of the West Sea, the Incense