Leaves did not turn yellow in a single day.
Three feet of ice did not form from a single day's cold.
The rout of the Fox Book Yao Alliance's Migration Team had not come about in a day or two, either. The flood had merely been a trigger.
More importantly, the Fox Book Yao Alliance's Migration Team had too little foundation. Newly arrived, they could neither gain a foothold nor put down roots.
Even a mighty dragon struggled to overpower a local snake.
Ultimately, faced with a natural disaster that demon power could scarcely withstand, they had fallen apart completely, all their efforts coming to nothing.
That afternoon, after the three yao finished their discussion.
The Temporary Camp officially disbanded. The party of over two thousand yao paid their membership dues to the Right Stronghold in scattered groups and entered in batches.
Those who were better off, with some supplies on hand, dispersed into the Right Stronghold's residential areas for low- and mid-level yao. Those without a penny simply sold themselves to Yao Groups as slaves.
Whether mining ore or smelting iron, it was better than staying outside the stronghold and waiting to die.
To put it bluntly, in the face of the surging flood, the yao of the Temporary Camp had long since lost heart. Most could hardly wait for the Migration Team to disband.
The Right Stronghold's massive stone wall was now the dividing line between life and death.
Those who entered lived; those left outside died.
Yao with decent strength, such as Su Changsheng, naturally found it relatively easy to enter the stronghold.
But for certain reasons, it was best not to remain in contact for the time being after entering, lest the Right Stronghold Leadership feel uneasy.
Bai Ling, meanwhile, entered the Right Stronghold's core inner