Half a year slipped by in the blink of an eye.
Merely half a year seemed trivial for the Demon Suppression Islands, a place that had already endured decades of bitter warfare.
The Demon Suppression Islands still stood tall and imposing over the sea, a veritable fortress of bronze and iron, holding back the cataclysm that threatened the entire Vast Sea Cultivation Immortal World.
As long as they couldn't breach this fortress, the Profound Serpent Race could only gaze upon the Vast Sea Cultivation Immortal World and lament, no matter how much damage they sustained.
While mundane theories of warfare were difficult to apply to the conflicts of the Cultivation Immortal Realm, one fact remained undeniable: cultivators needed supplies. In wars between major powers, the demand for provisions was nothing short of a lifeline.
