Before Jialing Pass, the wind howled.
In Douluo I, this had been the final barrier to the Spirit Hall Empire's expansion. Now, it was the last fortress holding back the Heaven Dou Empire.
Once it fell, the vast plains behind it would lie exposed. The legions would march across level ground, and Heaven Dou City would have no defensible terrain left.
Lin Qian had predicted events like a god. Sure enough, that scheming bastard Tang San had chosen this place for Heaven Dou's first counterattack.
As long as he took Heaven Dou City and issued orders through the capital, reclaiming the entire territory would be just around the corner. People were the one thing Douluo never lacked, anyway. He could keep churning out troops then and bury the Spirit Hall Empire under sheer numbers.
If even that failed, he could wage a public opinion war, condemning the enemy for treating human lives like weeds. Disgusting them this way would cost him nothing.
After crossing swords with Lin Qian for so many years, a certain Tang San had learned nothing else, but plotting schemes and playing dirty had come to him without a teacher.
He had dealt with ordinary people since childhood. Even Lin Qian, who had grown up in a Soul Beast forest, knew to win people over with kindness, yet he had not a shred of compassion. Apart from useful people, everyone in his eyes was cannon fodder and expendable material.
That was hardly surprising, though. From Douluo I through the tens of thousands of years that followed, Buddha Tang's maneuvers were downright brain-suffocating. He was lucky to live in the Divine Realm; otherwise, people would have cried for his beating whenever he went out.
But in this life, he could forget that beautiful dream. He could peacefully rot