The conflict unfolding on the Wind Mist Plain was called a war, but since both the Human and Demon Races were exercising restraint, the battles were actually scattered and small-scale—
After all, on a grand battlefield, any engagement involving fewer than ten thousand people was considered small-scale.
You couldn't even call it a war. It was a minor conflict!
Now, with friction between the Human and Demon Races intensifying and the frontline situation growing critical, it simply meant that these minor conflicts were becoming more frequent.
But a great war had yet to break out.
Both sides were still holding back, waiting for that one moment when, perhaps, neither could endure it any longer... When that happened, what would follow?
Yu Wenxu suddenly asked the Centipede Leg Cultivator, "Which General Du are you talking about?"
