Wu Chang had no idea what was on Bai Di's mind.
Right now, his attention was fixed solely on the wager between himself and Chen Yang, My Lord Palace Master.
As things stood, the fighting strength Northwest cultivators had shown had indeed far exceeded their initial expectations.
But as he had told Bai Di, in another twenty days, a new group of True Intent Cultivators would be sent into the Northwest. Then every insignificant variable created by Yang Lingshu and the others would be wiped away.
The vast gulf between the Path Enlightenment Realm and the Path Seeking Realm was one even the Two Wind Dragon Lords could not cross. The other Northwest cultivators were even less likely to work another miracle.
Once the Northwest's few True Intent fighters began to fall, the entire battlefront would hurtle toward an unstoppable collapse.
They had encountered a few minor problems and surprises, but the situation remained under control.
Bai Di still had plenty of demonic cultivator forces available to reinforce the front line. Swallowing the Northwest would pose no problem; it was only a question of time.
As for the Northwest, achieving such results in its first battle despite the clear gap in strength was genuinely remarkable.
But the casualties from that battle had been just as severe.
They had no spatial troop-transport corridor. The Northwest's own cultivators would only dwindle with every fight.
If things went smoothly, the Demonic Path side might wipe out all resistance in the Northwest before the next group of Path Enlightenment Realm demonic cultivators even entered the fray.
"The Demon Soil's reserves give me the advantage against a border region. This game is still mine to play. It's far too early to nail the coffin shut!"
Chen Yang's earlier words had shaken Wu Chang somewhat, but