Faced with the sudden invasion, many border soldiers and cultivators had not even realized what was happening before they were suppressed where they stood.
The cultivators on the Venerable Lord's side had all received the gods' blessings and gifts.
Given that Lion King Capital's blessings could not extend beyond the royal capital, even if this had not been a nighttime raid, those border troops would never have been a match for them in a head-on clash.
Yet Yang Yuanhong remained vigilant throughout. He knew well that one could not afford to be careless on the battlefield. If a battle could be resolved swiftly, he would never drag it out.
Under such overwhelming military pressure, the vanguard took less than a quarter of an hour to crush all resistance along this border and cut off every means of contact with the outside world.
Another half day later, Yang Yuanhong arrived with the main army. They had secured their first foothold within Lion King Capital's territory.
After the stick came the carrot.
The Venerable Lord's radiance spread all along the border. After receiving this rare and precious blessing, Lion King Capital's soldiers and cultivators were like parched land receiving sweet rain, and they wept with joy.
They shouted slogans of the Venerable Lord saving the world, tore off the lion insignias from their bodies, and symbolically severed ties with their former selves.
Because life had been unbearably bitter, faith in the Venerable Lord spread through Lion King Capital's tribes far faster than it had in White Wolf Royal Capital.
Along the subsequent march, Yang Yuanhong did not even need to send anyone out proactively. Once they received word, the Tribal Leaders would come to him of their own accord. Lion King Capital's exploitation of its lower classes was even worse than White