Huo Yuhao opened the door and stepped into his room.
It was neither large nor small, with enough space for ten people.
Now, however, apart from a bed and a table, everything else in the room was piled with belongings, leaving only a narrow passage to walk through.
Huo Yuhao sat down in the chair, then picked up the documents on the table and began to read.
Reading the accounts of the operations against Great Yak City over the past few months, Huo Yuhao made arrangements for their aftermath.
According to the data Huo Yuhao had obtained not long ago, roughly four million members of the Demon Race now lived in Demon City, while his latest statistics put the population of the entire Demon Race at around forty million.
The Demon Race had maintained its current population mainly thanks to the grain Huo Yuhao had grown and supplied over the past few years, which had reduced deaths from famine to fewer than a thousand.
Huo Yuhao's grain supplies had also caused the frequency of the Demon Race's routine attacks on the Temple Alliance's fortresses to drop sharply.
After all, the main objectives of almost every demon attack on the Temple Alliance's fortresses were to plunder food and capture people, while also consuming the Demon Race's excess low-ranking demons.
Now, thanks to Huo Yuhao's grain, the demons' willingness to attack the Temple Alliance's fortresses had begun to decline sharply. After all, when they could farm safely and eat their fill, how many demons would willingly charge at fortresses where death was all but certain?
Of course, to meet certain Demon Gods' and demon nobles' demand for human slaves, some Demon Gods still organized demons to attack the Temple Alliance.
Even though Huo Yuhao had learned from Star Demon God Vasak that,