**Chapter 413: The Master of the Demon-Slaying Tower is Coming**
The sounds of battle, screams, and wails continuously echoed. Under the divine general’s command, all soldiers complied without question. Those who disobeyed were undoubtedly problematic.
White Yiyuan’s gaze was sharp as he overlooked the fortress. The fortress’s army, consisting of thousands, included a large number of top-tier professionals, with many surpassing level 80. The names he announced were just a few, quickly apprehended, and several were killed on the spot for resisting. Throughout this, Meng Anwen remained silent, merely observing with a detached look.
The battle concluded in less than five minutes. Out of the eighteen individuals on White Yiyuan’s list, eleven were killed immediately, and seven were severely injured and thrown on the ground like stray dogs.
They offered no rebuttals, and White Yiyuan did not allow for any. At that moment, the Shenxia Tower emitted a light, and the seven individuals vanished, having been absorbed into the tower.
White Yiyuan, satisfied, scanned the crowd, "Well done. Remember, as soldiers, the military command is absolute."
All soldiers shouted in unison, "Following the divine general’s command!"
White Yiyuan then turned to Ye Hao, "Old Ye, I have one more thing to say."
"The empire’s army is not a private force. It exists to combat external threats, not to be mired in personal agendas."
Ye Hao, smiling, responded, "Of course. You’ve seen their response. Military orders are inviolable, and the divine general’s command is unquestionable."
"Likewise, I hope the forces in Fortress No. 8 adhere to the same principle."
White Yiyuan laughed heartily, "Naturally. I’m heading there next. Old Ye, would you care to join and see for yourself?"
Ye Hao declined, "No need. I trust your word."
"As such, I’ll take my leave. The evidence will be delivered later."
The action at Fortress No. 9 was just the beginning, a mere appetizer. The eighteen individuals were a tiny fraction of the entire list.
The decision to act meant acting thoroughly. Both White Yiyuan and Meng Anwen were aware that more members of the Demon Worship Society were hidden within Fortress No. 9, yet to be uncovered.
However, White Yiyuan believed that any further movements would expose them. This purge wasn’t about completely eradicating the Demon Worship Society but crippling it to prevent any significant actions for a foreseeable future.
Alternatively, it might provoke a desperate counterattack from the society, potentially leading to chaos within the empire.
White Yiyuan and Meng Anwen were prepared for such an eventuality, confident that any disorder would be manageable.
In fact, Meng Anwen welcomed the possibility, as it might flush out those deeply hidden.
As they prepared to leave, Meng Anwen glanced at the Demon-Slaying Tower and casually remarked, "So, the Demon-Slaying Tower still lacks a master?"
This comment visibly disturbed Ye Hao, Xia Shize, and the others. The usually jovial Ye Hao lost his smile.
The memory of Meng Anwen forcefully claiming the Shenxia Tower was still fresh, causing unease among them.
Ye Hao, narrowing his eyes, inquired, "What are you implying?"
Meng Anwen simply stated, "Just a thought. Guard the Demon-Slaying Tower well. Its master will arrive soon."
Following this, a teleportation array appeared, whisking Meng Anwen and White Yiyuan away.
The remaining individuals exchanged looks, with Xia Shize clenching his fists, "What did he mean by that?"
Wang Lin, suddenly realizing, exclaimed, "Could he be referring to Lin Moyu?"
"Who’s Lin Moyu?" Ye Hao, having distanced himself from worldly affairs, was unfamiliar with the name.
Wang Lin quickly briefed him on Lin Moyu’s achievements, leaving Ye Hao impressed, "To think our race has such a prodigy. If he reaches godhood and becomes the master of the Demon-Slaying Tower, it wouldn’t be surprising."
Xia Shize urgently asked, "Then, sir, what should we..."
Ye Hao chuckled, "If he’s capable, I’ll gladly step aside. Remember, our internal struggles are for the betterment of our race. We need fresh blood and talent. Suppressing them is one thing, but we must never extinguish their potential. Understand?"
The three nodded, "We understand."
As White Yiyuan and Meng Anwen arrived at Fortress No. 8, White Yiyuan inquired, "Old Meng, were you suggesting Lin Moyu for the Demon-Slaying Tower?"
Meng Anwen simply replied, "Any objections?"
White Yiyuan shook his head, "No, just pondering the difficulty."
"Trust in Moyu," Meng Anwen stated, which was all that needed to be said.
Without further discussion, White Yiyuan descended upon Fortress No. 8, ready to wield the executioner’s blade once more. The purge at Fortress No. 9 was just the beginning; the real spectacle was yet to unfold.
White Yiyuan made no effort to conceal their actions. If anyone attempted to spread the word, hoping to stir trouble, they would only be exposing themselves.
His intelligence team was on high alert, ready to capture any suspicious individuals.
Simultaneously, a massive cleanup operation commenced within the empire. Military forces returned from the frontlines, and White Yiyuan and Meng Anwen’s allies mobilized.
The empire was in turmoil, with countless individuals implicated, ranging from local officials to members of various families. The scale of involvement was vast, but with ample evidence against each, there was no room for doubt.
White Yiyuan’s word was law, and his integrity unassailable. The cleanup at Fortress No. 8 was swift, followed by a mobilization towards other fortresses.
With White Yiyuan’s divine command as their guide, resistance was futile.
The Zhou family of Haicheng, renowned and influential, found themselves under siege. The family’s patriarch, Zhou Qingtian, a god-level powerhouse and contemporary of Ye Hao, was taken aback by the military’s sudden aggression.
Despite his formidable strength, Zhou Qingtian recognized the gravity of the situation. The deployment of such an elite force indicated a matter of great importance.
Confronting the military, Zhou Qingtian demanded an explanation, only to be met by Ning Taiyan, another god-level being, who presented him with incriminating evidence against his family.
Shocked and enraged by the betrayal within his lineage, Zhou Qingtian vowed to rectify the situation personally, ensuring justice would be served.
Ning Taiyan, respecting Zhou Qingtian’s past contributions to humanity’s battles against demonic forces, allowed him the opportunity to address the issue internally, a gesture of goodwill towards a respected elder.
The empire was in upheaval, with the Demon Worship Society’s influence laid bare. Yet, amidst the chaos, there was a sense of cleansing, a purge of corruption that would ultimately strengthen the realm.
As the storm raged, the figure of Lin Moyu loomed large, a beacon of hope and potential for a brighter future.
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