The rain kept falling.
The weather was gloomy.
And the atmosphere in the Black Mountain Demon Stockade grew increasingly eerie, like a volcano about to erupt, ready to destroy everything at any moment.
They had to leave!
And the sooner, the better.
Once Su Changsheng and Bai Ling had agreed on a plan of action, they began gathering the yao who wanted to migrate.
They acted decisively, without the slightest delay.
Bai Ling went to allocate the last batch of supplies. After all, the journey to the Left Stronghold was neither particularly long nor particularly short. Even with a clear road the whole way, reaching it would take more than ten days.
All the runes, food, and other supplies needed along the way had to be prepared, lest they be thrown into disarray when the time came.
Blood food, in particular, needed to be stocked in greater quantities. With grain in hand, the heart would not panic. Without plentiful food to provide confidence and temptation, just see how many of the Demon Race would follow you on a dangerous journey to the Left Stronghold.
Unless they were mad!
Especially for the lowest ranks of the Demon Race, freedom was not what they needed. Even safety did not come first. Filling their bellies was what mattered most.
From the beginning, Su Changsheng and Bai Ling's strategy had been to attract low- and mid-level yao by addressing their need for food. Otherwise, they could never recruit many members of the Demon Race willing to migrate.
As for taking low-level yao along, that was also very necessary.
Because the ultimate purpose of migrating to the Left Stronghold was to establish an outpost for the Fox Book Yao Alliance, so that when the Black Mountain Demon Stockade collapsed, they could carry out the second