Great Zhou.
Within the imperial court, civil and military officials all had calm expressions. They looked toward the center, where dark blood-colored patterns were outlined on the ground, from which dense black fog erged.
Within the black fog, armies were engaged in fierce battles, and powerful experts were clashing. Even the black fog could not entirely block that terrifying fluctuation.
Above the imperial throne sat a middle-aged man in a black imperial robe. His originally majestic face was now tinged with a sinister aura, making him appear quite strange.
"Zhou Pass is considered broken," Emperor Zhou’s voice was low and cold, causing the temperature in the great hall to drop. "I underestimated the power of Great Qin. Even with several Great Demons stationed at Zhou Pass, we still could not contend with them. Haha. They say Great Qin has been in decline for the past hundred years. Now it seems that even a starved cal is bigger than a horse."
After he finished speaking, the great hall fell silent for a long while.
Emperor Zhou spoke again, "Convey my order: stop Great Qin’s advance at all costs! Also, let them realize that Great Zhou is not so easily manipulated. Gu Xuanji dares to lead an army directly into Great Zhou; he must be confident. But, regardless of his plans, all preparations amount to nothing in the face of absolute power. Accelerate our actions! I want Gu Xuanji to enter but never leave!"
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Atop Zhou Pass, Great Zhou had already been utterly defeated.
The city walls were coated with thick blood, emanating an odious stench. Everywhere one looked, great numbers of bodies were sprawled out—so from Great Zhou, others from Great Qin.
Shen Changqing looked at the Great Qin soldiers cleaning up the bodies, his gaze calm and unfazed.
This battle... strictly speaking, had no victors. Although Great Qin captured Zhou Pass, the cost was not small. The Puppets were fearless, even in the face of death. Many Great Qin soldiers had fallen to the suicidal attacks of these Puppets. Now, although all the Puppets had been completely eradicated, an uneasy feeling lingered in his heart.
"Feeling a bit unaccustod?" a familiar voice sounded beside his ear.
Without turning, Shen Changqing knew it was Dongfang Zhao.
Hearing this, he shook his head. "What war isn’t accompanied by death? I am just curious. Great Zhou managed to turn millions of soldiers into Puppets. Once this news gets out, I imagine Great Zhou’s morale will imdiately disintegrate."
However, now that all the Puppets had been eradicated, even if the news were spread, others in Great Zhou might not believe it. Instead, they might assu Great Qin is brutal and employs ruthless thods. If so, subsequent sieges by Great Qin would likely encounter even stronger resistance.
But this was not what Shen Changqing truly cared about.
"Public opinion can still be suppressed, but what puzzles is Great Zhou’s purpose in doing this. Is it rely to ensure mutual destruction? If that’s the case, their thods are quite ruthless."
"Great Zhou must have undergone a major upheaval, willing to sacrifice so many people just to hold us back. Be more cautious from now on. Your display of power at Zhou Pass has already made the Demon Evil Clan wary," Dongfang Zhao sighed softly. "But regardless, Great Qin has ultimately won this battle. Of the four Great Demons the Demon Evil Clan unleashed, two fled gravely injured. One of them even had its Flesh destroyed by you, leaving only its Divine Soul to escape. By my estimate, even if there are other powerhouses within the Demon Evil Clan, there can’t be many more. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have broken through Zhou Pass so quickly."
The fact that they could send out four Great Demons at once was already astonishing. According to his speculation, even if other powerhouses existed within the Demon Evil Clan, there couldn’t be many left.
At this point, Dongfang Zhao asked again, "The last Demon Evil that acted—what do you think its strength level is?" He was referring to the Demon Evil that had intervened from afar. If not for that entity’s intervention, the Divine Soul of the Bone Winged Demon would have certainly been annihilated.
Shen Changqing recalled the brief exchange, his expression growing solemn. "That Great Demon is definitely no weaker than Wang Mubai."
"No weaker than Wang Mubai!" Dongfang Zhao took a deep breath. Another top-tier Great Demon. A Demon Evil of such a level is just one step away from ascending to Demon Saint.
"Do you think a natural disaster might be brewing here?" Shen Changqing asked. Excluding Great Qin’s losses, the number of people who died at Zhou Pass numbered in the millions. If their corpses were piled up, they could form another Zhou Pass.
Dongfang Zhao’s face turned grim. "It’s not impossible. The people of Great Zhou were subjected to Refinent into Puppets, filled with boundless resentnt. Now that they have all perished, this overwhelming resentnt, when combined, might truly give rise to a natural disaster. But a natural disaster doesn’t form in an instant, much like the one in Guangyuan Prefecture. The one from Guangyuan Prefecture, for instance, took over two hundred years to gradually form after the initial calamity. That’s considered a relatively slow gestation for a natural disaster. However, so natural disasters, even if their gestation is relatively fast, still require several years or more. As for the specifics, it’s hard to determine."
Compared to Great Demons, natural disasters were considered more fearso.
"Is it true that natural disasters cannot be destroyed?" Shen Changqing changed the topic. "If a natural disaster’s location is also a type of Domain, then those at the Great Demon level, who can also possess their own Domains, might be able to destroy a natural disaster by using a Domain to break a Domain. Is that possible?"
He had always felt that natural disasters could be killed; it was rely a matter of sufficient power.
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