Yang Yuancheng was not the first Yang Clan cultivator to die in this conflict between the two paths. Of course, he would not be the last.
As early as the battlefield within Northwest territory, thirty percent of the Yang Clan's already limited number of participating cultivators had fallen.
This casualty ratio was almost no different from that of the other factions, proving that when Yang Lingqing had told the cultivators of the Northwest, "Yang Clan cultivators may die as well," it had not merely been pretty words for appearances' sake.
Regardless of surname or clan branch, age or closeness of kinship, once one stepped onto the battlefield, there would be no special treatment whatsoever. They were treated no differently from cultivators of the various Northwest factions.
Yang Lingqing extended two fingers and gently brushed over Yang Yuancheng's name before turning the page.
On the battlefield, Dao arts had no eyes, and life and death were beyond human control. Anyone could perish.
As the commander-in-chief of this Northwest campaign, Yang Lingqing understood this better than anyone.
She also understood that, having taken this position, she had to set aside all personal feelings and could not allow her emotions to sway her.
Only then could she carve out a chance of victory in this contest against those savage and brutal demonic cultivators.
Yet every single blood debt was recorded in the ledger within her heart.
Every grievance has its source, every debt its debtor. When my Yang Clan stands supreme over the Central Region one day, we will surely enter the Vast Sea Demonic Land and settle the score properly!
After reviewing this casualty report, Yang Lingqing gained a further estimate of the dangers facing each battlefield.
After running through several deductions in her mind, she once again deployed several waves of