War was essentially a clash of wealth.

On the other hand, development and growth was the source of wealth.

Whoever developed quicker and grew its economy faster would naturally possess a greater potential for war. Even if they could defeat their opponents in one fell swoop, they would always have the option of whittling their opponents down in a battle of attrition.

Liu Yu didn’t want to give anyone the chance to dwell on the possibility of having second thoughts. Yet, little did he realize that had he truly been confident in his invincibility, then he would never have feared Chang Yuchun’s mutiny to begin with.

In other words, he was inherently afraid.

He wanted to leave himself a way out. After all, if the seven feudal officials declared independence at the same time, then perhaps, in the worst case scenario that Hell becomes powerful in a hundred years’ time, they might just be able to get off scot-free by standing strong together. After all, the law would never stand against the majority.

Qin Ye continued to gaze deeply at them, observing their every expression and reaction ever since they first entered Hell.

My efforts over the last half a year have not been in vain… Qin Ye finally heaved a sigh of relief. The first impression of the new Hell was no different from a colossal reversal that completely blew the twelve envoys’ minds away into oblivion. Everything was now different. The twelve envoys were obviously beginning to see the new King Yanluo of Hell in a new light!...