In the silence,
suddenly, a series of massive booms erupted in the distance.
Xu Yuan glanced to the side, breaking the silence with a question to the gravely composed Deputy Commander Cang:
"Do the Barbarian Tribes have any means against the sky?"
"Of course they do."
Deputy Commander Cang looked up toward the direction of the booming sounds: "This batch of Demonic Beasts—probably eight or nine out of ten won't make it back."
Upon hearing this, Xu Yuan recalled the flying Demonic Beasts that had earlier blotted out the sky as they left the city and he sighed lightly:
"War is indeed a battle of wealth. It costs at least two thousand taels of silver to raise a single flying Demonic Beast, and when you add the military equipment they carry, that's millions at once."
Deputy Commander Cang seemed to sigh as well, but then he shook his head slightly:
