"Withdraw the troops."
Led by Li Yunbing, the people of the Azure Cloud Prefecture stared coldly at Bi Shihu.
But in the end, Bi Shihu merely growled out these two words while gripping the railing of the spirit ship.
Veins bulged on Bi Shihu's neck.
Ge Li, with his fiery temper, said unwillingly,
"Marshal, are we just going to let it go? This is our military merit; it's the military merit earned with the lives of our immortal soldiers, won with such great difficulty!"
"Our three armies have lost over eight thousand men. We need the spoils of war, otherwise they..."
Ge Li's facial muscles and teeth were trembling.
This Wu tribe had already plundered a massive number of cities and small sects in the GShadowfell Prefecture and Deston Prefecture; they carried a vast amount of spoils.
Among them was one item that even he, Ge Li, had coveted for a long time.
It had once been in the hands of a sect, but due to his status, he couldn't just take it.
He had finally gotten the chance to obtain it legitimately as a spoil of war, only to have it snatched away by the people of Azure Cloud!
"Marshal, the Azure Cloud Prefecture has gone too far. Jiang Chenghuan has gone too far, I..."
Before Ge Li could finish his sentence, he felt a massive force sweep him aside. He sat blankly on the ground, looking at Bi Shihu.
"Are you awake now?" Bi Shihu looked around, especially staring for a long time at the face of the man who called himself "Jiang Chenghuan."
He had heard of this man. For hundreds of years, aside from the Li Clan, the Azure Cloud Prefecture also had the Jiang family.
This Jiang Chenghuan had driven out the Wu tribe from the Azure Cloud Prefecture.
He could even coexist peacefully with the Li Clan in a situation where the Azure Cloud Prefecture was practically governed by the Li Clan's absolute authority, and had even secured the position of Prefecture Lord, co-ruling the Azure Cloud Prefecture alongside the Li Clan.
Li Dalong of the Li Clan never bothered with the affairs of the Azure Cloud Prefecture; Jiang Chenghuan was the rightful Prefecture Lord of the Azure Cloud Prefecture.
Under Jiang Chenghuan's rule, the Azure Cloud Prefecture could be said to be prospering day by day.
Rumor had it that this man was a top-tier talent in military affairs, governance, and strategy.
The Azure Cloud Prefecture was not without disasters, foreign enemies, or covetous eyes, but in the end, they all had to face Jiang Chenghuan.
This man's life was accompanied by one thing—conspiracy.
No one was willing to provoke Jiang Chenghuan, not even Void Refinement experts.
Jiang Chenghuan would resort to any means to achieve his goals; he had no bottom line.
The rumors of what Jiang Chenghuan had done to rule his family and govern the former Dale Prefecture were things even Bi Shihu found hard to speak of.
"Marshal!" Ge Li was still unwilling.
"Let's go." Bi Shihu let out a long breath.
Finally, he shot a wary glance at Jiang Chenghuan. After his anger faded, the hand that had just gripped the railing was trembling. He turned away.
"Why would he bother with the Li Clan's affairs, why? Moreover, the aura on his body... Void Refinement!"
.......
"Oh, leaving already? Deserters are deserters, why pretend to be a victorious army?"
The Drunken Madman danced about wildly, even going so far as to bare half his buttocks and slap them toward Bi Shihu's grand army.
Unfortunately, although Bi Shihu's side was furious, they didn't come to attack him, which greatly disappointed him.
Parched, he unhooked his wine gourd, took a swig, and exhaled a breath of alcohol.
"The trash talk I learned from Senior Martial Emperor hasn't even unleashed ten percent of its power. Sigh."
The people of the Azure Cloud Prefecture sneered.
Then, ignoring the departing army of Bi Shihu, they began to clean up the battlefield and inventory the spoils of war.
They felt neither joy nor disappointment; they merely collected the corpses in silence.
Generation after generation, the Azure Cloud Army had inherited the bravery from the great war against the Wu tribe back in the day.
Although there had been few wars over the past few centuries, they had never stopped training and cultivating.
More than half of the Azure Cloud Prefecture's tax revenue was spent on training.
Li Yunbing stared at Bi Shihu's departing troops and murmured, "They fled, that's somewhat interesting. But how many times can you flee? Let me see where your bottom line is."
Li Yunbing's hair was mottled with white.
Taking another look at the battlefield on the ground, he pondered for a moment.
"Drunken Madman, take some men. Bi Shihu's people left in such a hurry that they didn't even dare to collect the corpses of their own men. Let's help him out and collect the corpses."
"Help them collect corpses? Do they even deserve it?"
The Drunken Madman's eyes widened, but his expression soon relaxed.
He heard a voice transmission in his ear:
"Strip the clothes off the soldiers of Bi Shihu's army. Use your Spiritual arts to remove their bones and flesh, and stuff their human skin with dirt.
There should still be some survivors among them; heal their injuries, carve the emblem of a fierce army of tigers and wolves onto their bodies, gouge out their eyes so they cannot see, and summon snakes and rats to drag their corpses back to Bi Shihu's military camp."
"Senior Dream Demon."
Following Li Yunbing's call, the eyes of an old woman in the cloudy sky lit up. "Please speak, my Lord."
"Bi Shihu's army is stationed in Sunfall City.
There is a Body Integration mighty figure guarding it, so we cannot touch Sunfall City, but we can target the cultivators outside the three major cities.
Bi Shihu's grand army has been campaigning, and only ninety thousand remain.
They are all veterans of a hundred battles and cannot be underestimated, but they will definitely need to replenish their troops."
Li Yunbing's eyes were filled with ruthless gloom.
"I ask you to manipulate dreams to make cultivators enlist, but upon joining the army, they will go mad and kill indiscriminately. Senior, can you do this?"
"Quite troublesome, but interesting." The hunchbacked Dream Demon leaned on her walking stick, her face full of gratification, as if she had finally found the right organization.