At this point, Pang Zhong looked gravely at the three from the Nine Abysses and asked:
"Do you three Upper Immortals know any way to treat it?"
The three from the Nine Abysses swept their icy gazes across the courtyard. Then the Heartless Demon Emperor said coldly:
"Even if everyone in this courtyard were cured of this plague, soldiers would still keep becoming infected."
"There's no end to treating it."
As Demon Cultivators of the Nine Abysses, they were better at spreading plagues. What did they know about treating them?
Pang Zhong said gravely:
"Is there truly nothing even you Upper Immortals can do?"
Demon Emperor Li Yezhu frowned at the soldiers groaning incessantly in the courtyard. "Pang Zhong, to keep this plague from spreading further, you must dispose of these infected soldiers at once."
At this point, he looked coldly at Pang Zhong and said:
"Best to burn them all clean away."
Pang Zhong immediately frowned at those words.
"These soldiers have all shed blood and sweat for our Northern Garrison City. How could we treat them like that?"
Li Yezhu snorted coldly.
"A woman's softheartedness!"
Just as the two were about to argue, the Heartless Demon Emperor suddenly patted Li Yezhu lightly on the shoulder, then looked at Pang Zhong with a smile.
"General, how many in your army have contracted the plague?"
Still looking somewhat displeased, Pang Zhong replied coldly:
"Around a thousand."
The Heartless Demon Emperor asked again:
"How many civilians are in the city?"
Though somewhat puzzled, Pang Zhong still answered:
"At least a hundred thousand civilians remain in the city."
With a smile, he said:
"If I had a plan that could let you, General Pang, deal a crushing blow to the Yan Kingdom Army at the cost of a thousand casualties, securing a