She had even said they had to wait until Qing Old Devil showed himself.
Such words had Dharma Master Guan Lian and the others stamping their feet in thunderous fury.
"What are we supposed to do now?!"
"Why don't we break out? If we keep dragging this out, we'll be finished sooner or later!"
"Why haven't any of the other archipelagos sent support? The Heavenly Illumination Archipelago isn't that far away, so why can't they get here?!"
"Why haven't those people from the Eight Serpent Sect come yet? The way things are going, they'll be the next to suffer!"
Everyone spoke over one another, and the hall instantly boiled over. The buzzing discussion sounded like cicadas in summer, grating on everyone's nerves.
The monks responsible for logistics were all Foundation Establishment Bhikkhus. They had seen something of the world in their time, but now every one of them was deathly pale.
This great war had already lasted five or six years.
During that time, the ruthless Qing Old Devil had cut off the shipping routes. The caravans had vanished, and all manner of supplies were growing scarcer by the day.
Even confiscating the reserves of those minor factions and lineages had been no more than a cup of water against a burning cartload of firewood. It could tide them over for a while, but could not solve the larger problem.
After all, a war involving more than ten thousand cultivators consumed a staggering amount of resources!
On average, they spent around a hundred thousand spirit stones a day. That was no small sum!
Without spirit stones, they would be in serious trouble!
Every kind of formation would cease to function, and cultivators would recover their magic power through meditation much more slowly. Warship repairs, Dharma artifact refinement, talisman inscription-everything would