When Yin Yang Starts Taking On the Scholars in Debate, Four Thousand Words

Mingdu, the court of the Sun Moon Empire's Imperial Palace.

The upper echelons of the Sun Moon Empire had gathered here, and Kong Deming was issuing orders through an ultra-long-range Communication Soul Tool via a Satellite Soul Tool that had been raised again.

Only, the atmosphere in the court was somewhat off now, at least not quite in line with the current state an empire under crushing pressure ought to have.

Countless high-ranking officials glared furiously at the Sun Moon Empire's largest private-sector partner, each of them wishing they could devour its flesh and drink its blood.

Kong Deming's furious voice came from the soul tool. "Does your Pixiu Merchant Guild insist on colluding with that evil Undead Empire? Why are you still transporting and selling goods to the occupied areas!"

It was no wonder the upper echelons of the Sun Moon Empire were enraged.

Their original considerations had been excellent.

All Soul Engineers had withdrawn from the occupied areas, and every merchant guild had been ordered not to go there.

The entire central and northern regions of the Sun Moon Empire had entered a state of blockade.

In this way, society in the southern part of the Sun Moon Empire would lose access to the convenient products known as soul tools for a very long time, and the Undead Empire would have no corresponding measures to take over the original soul tool energy supply system.

This would inevitably cause social unrest in the south and greatly tie down the Undead Empire's attention.

Though the Undead Empire was powerful, its lack of manpower was its weakness. It could not possibly spare many people to maintain people's livelihood.

Kong Deming believed that producing so many War Soul Tools was already the Undead Empire's limit. There was no way it could still