Jiang Yang took the form of a Golden Crow and flew out of the Demon Court on Mount Tai, heading straight for West Bo.
When he arrived in West Bo, he happened to see Shang Tang working in the fields.
The lands of West Bo boasted a thousand miles of fertile fields.
For the king of Shang to work the land himself was a rare thing indeed.
Jiang Yang returned to human form and landed before Shang Tang, explaining why he had come.
Shang Tang was greatly shocked.
"The Devil Clan? Leading an army of western humans to invade our world?"
"Yes, Tang. But you needn't worry. The Demon Race is confident we can defeat them."
Jiang Yang reassured him.
"Then what do I need to do?"
Shang Tang asked.
He was a clever man. As the Demon Emperor, Jiang Yang had made a special trip to see him before marching west; clearly, he had something to ask of him.
"I need you to send an army to resettle those western humans marching east after we defeat them!"
Jiang Yang smiled. Dealing with clever people was a pleasure.
"No problem. I'll have my son lead an army on the western campaign alongside the Demon Race!"
Shang Tang nodded and agreed without hesitation.
"Good!"
Several days later.
At the west gate of West Bo's capital.
An army set out through the city gate, marching northwest in a vast, imposing procession.
They all carried bronze weapons and wore leather armor over their fronts and backs. They were clearly elite troops.
At their head was a handsome young man. He looked toward West Bo and saw Shang Tang smiling at him from atop the city gate. He nodded firmly and headed northwest without hesitation.
In the sky above.
Two divine birds let