The decisive war lasted three months.
Xiao Mo threw himself into commanding his armies and finally repelled the Chu Yun Empire's fierce offensive.
By then, the Chu Yun Empire had only two hundred and fifty thousand Death Warriors left.
Xiao Mo still had an army of five hundred and fifty thousand.
He had to take the initiative and seek an opening. Sitting around awaiting death or waiting by a tree stump for a rabbit to appear was not Xiao Mo's nature.
He believed a truly glorious path could only be forged through action, not calculated into existence.
Thus, he launched an all-out offensive with five hundred and fifty thousand soldiers from the Divine Strategy Army and the Tiger Valor Army.
It continued until the Chu Yun Empire's last fifty thousand Death Warriors withdrew from Heavenly God Pass.
All the troops the Chu Yun Empire had sent to attack had been routed.
They had also been driven out of Heavenly God Pass, bringing the curtain down on this campaign.
Xiao Mo stationed another hundred thousand elite troops at Heavenly God Pass.
Now, Xiao Mo was truly a King of Chu with territory, subjects, and resources of his own.
With the war over, Xiao Mo returned to the King of Chu's Purple Extreme Palace and met Wang Miaojun.
"The war is over."
Xiao Mo spoke as he looked into Wang Miaojun's eyes.
"I told you I would wait for you."
Wang Miaojun gently embraced Xiao Mo.
She also knew that, from this moment on, Xiao Mo was no ordinary man.
He was a peak eight-star Dou Emperor with territory and a kingdom of his own.
"Has your cultivation bottleneck loosened?"
"Is there a chance you can break through to nine-star Dou Emperor?"
Wang Miaojun asked Xiao Mo.
"It should be soon. I'll