Chapter 4594

They wouldn't return until they were dead!

This wasn't something that Mo Yi Zhen said casually. He had even brought his wife with him, which showed his firm determination and attitude.

If they didn't kill Zi Chen, then the two of them wouldn't return.

Mo Di and Mo Yan Dan Zuo obviously knew about this, but Mo Yi Zhen's plan clearly wasn't appropriate. There wasn't the slightest bit of intelligence in it. It was purely an irrational plan for revenge.

As the vanguard, they might very well be wiped out by the Holy Thunder Clan as soon as they arrived.

Mo Yan Dan Zuo shook his head. "This isn't appropriate."

Unexpectedly, Mo Yi Zhen said, "No, this is the safest method."

The two of them stared at Mo Yi Zhen. Normally, he wasn't so reckless. Every time he acted, he would think twice and carefully. Could it be that he had suffered so much last time that he would lose his composure as soon as he talked about Zi Chen?

Mo Yi Zhen continued, "We won't directly attack the Holy Thunder Clan. Instead, we'll go in a straight line and destroy the morale of the resistance against the Spirit Race. Then, with the determination to kill Zi Chen, we'll attack the Holy Thunder Clan."

"But when the time comes, won't we still have to face the Holy Thunder Clan head on?" Mo Di asked.

Mo Yi Zhen smiled mysteriously. "That might not be the case.

But first, we need to know what's happening in this world. Then, we'll decide what to do next. "

Even though the Demon Race had retreated, they had still left behind a portion of their people. In addition, there were still some factions that had colluded with the Demon Race. Soon, the three of them found out what had happened in recent years.

The latest news was something they hadn't expected. All of them were very surprised. Zi Chen, whom the Demon Race hated the most, was actually so unpopular in the Spirit Realm. This was completely different from the hero they had imagined.

Now, they finally understood why Mo Yi Zhen had made such a suggestion.

Under the Demon Race's powerful offensive, the Holy Thunder Clan definitely wouldn't mobilize all of their forces just for a single Zi Chen and fight to the death with the Demon Race.

Thus, when the time came, it was very likely that they would give up on Zi Chen.

Once the Holy Thunder Clan chose to give up, they would have to retreat again and again until they completely lost the initiative.

At this moment, they began to admire Mo Yizhan. This move was simply taking drastic measures. Just one Zi Chen was enough to shake the foundation of the Holy Thunder Clan.

This seemingly absurd and unruly suggestion was unanimously passed.

The large army soon arrived. Compared to the last time, the scale of the demons was much larger this time. More than a dozen passages from different places were opened at the same time, and the demons were constantly pouring in.

In addition to the army of the Devil Clan, there was also the Holy Master.

In the sky, Chung Ho and the others silently watched the arrival of the Devil Army. They did not stop them, because it was meaningless.

Just as the Nephilim appeared, the Protoss opened up a passage at almost the same time.

The Fiendgods invaded once more.

This time, it was a real invasion!

At this time, there were many leaders in the Saint Spirit Realm, and Saint Zi Chen was one of them. In the early days, he fought many battles with the Demon Army, causing the Demon Army to suffer great losses.

At that time, although there were conflicts among the Spirit Race, they were united in the face of external enemies. That was why they were able to drive the Fiendgods and Gods out.

But this time?

"Should we tell Zi Chen?" Liu Shanyao looked at the increasing number of demons below and asked.

Han Nu directly said, "No need. Let him cultivate in peace."

The Holy Master was also here. This was no longer a problem that Zi Chen could solve. If he rashly led his troops into battle, he might be the first to die.

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A scroll appeared in the void. On the scroll were the coordinates of various Supreme Domains. The location of each Supreme Domain, as well as the main forces of the Supreme Domain, were detailed.

At the furthest back was the largest Venerable Domain.

That was the Holy Thunder Supreme Domain.

Mo Yizhan pointed at the Supreme Domain on the scroll and said, "Our goal is to start from the West Ke Supreme Domain, and then attack along this line until we reach the Holy Thunder Clan.

This is our first goal. If we can successfully complete it, I believe that no vanguard team will have more credit than us. "

He then pointed at the Holy Thunder Clan's area and said, "If we can make the Holy Thunder Clan retreat and lure Zi Chen out to kill, then we will undoubtedly be the biggest winner of this invasion war!"

Mo Di and Mo Yandan nodded at the same time. In terms of scheming, the two of them thought that they were far inferior to Mo Yizhan. Therefore, after Mo Yizhan gained the Mo surname, their attitudes gradually changed.

With the Mo surname, it was much easier for Mo Yizhan to do things.

In the end, he made the final decision and said, "For the first battle, I need two Holy Masters to cooperate with me. If we want more credit, we need three Holy Masters to kill a Holy Master of the Spirit Race. Then we will advance faster."

Mo Yizhan looked at the two. "As for the Holy Masters …"

At this moment, a voice came from behind. "The Holy Masters who came this time will be arranged by you. How many Holy Masters will be needed? You have the final say."

Mo Yizhan looked at Mo Yandan and Mo Di, asking for their opinion. The two of them nodded at the same time. Their meaning was clear: You can make all the decisions.

Mo Yizhan said, "Very good. I need four Holy Masters. This time, we will go all out to kill Xi Ke of the Spirit Race. As long as Xi Ke dies, I am confident that we can kill our way to the Holy Thunder Clan within ten years."

There was no response from behind because there was no need for a response. Mo Yizhan's words were equivalent to an order.

The Demon Army moved forward in a grandiose manner. They did not hide their killing intent at all.

Outside the Western Sacred Region, the guards had already been set up. Although it had been a long time since the last battle, everyone's morale was still high. Therefore, when the Demon Army appeared this time, the Western Sacred Region wanted to block them.

Most importantly, after killing these Demons, there would be considerable contributions. This was something that many desperadoes liked to do.

Moreover, the Demon Army that came for the first time was not large. There were only slightly over ten thousand of them.

Under the lead of three people, the Demon Army of over ten thousand arrived outside the Western Sacred Region.

Mo Di flew forward alone and shouted into the distance, "Those who surrender will not be killed!"

"Demon brat, come over if you dare."

"Haha, I have the Demon Refining Ancient Jade. Do you dare to come?"

"You rats, didn't you run away before? Why are you here again? Aren't you afraid that we will chase you away again?"

"Grandson, come over if you dare!"

As soon as Mo Di's voice fell, curses and taunts could be heard coming from the Western Sacred Region.

Hearing those unbearable curses, Mo Di's face immediately turned ashen.

"Second chance!"

However, when he thought of Mo Yizhan's orders, he suppressed his anger and shouted again.

Curses and taunts were still heard.

Regardless of whether they could win or not, they were obviously just going to talk after they had enjoyed themselves.

"Third chance. If you don't surrender this time, you won't have another chance."

Naturally, no one surrendered. At this time, everyone's morale was at its highest.

After the third chance, Mo Di walked back. In fact, he did not want these Spirit Race people to surrender. What was the use of them surrendering?

How could it be as satisfying as killing them directly?

If it were any other time, he would definitely complain to Mo Yizhan. However, after returning, he did not say a word.

Unknowingly, the two's positions were changing.

"Kill!"

Mo Yizhan gave the last order, and all the Demon Race people rushed forward.

The Spirit Race people were still laughing and taunting.

In the next moment, an attack came from afar and landed on the Western Sacred Region's protection.

With just one attack, the Western Sacred Region's protection was shattered.

The curses and taunts from before stopped abruptly. They could not understand why the Western Sacred Region's protection was so fragile.

Then, they saw a light break through the sky and leave.

It was the Sacred Venerate.

For a moment, the people's minds could not react. Where was the Sacred Venerate going?

Then, there was a roar in the void, and a powerful wave of Supremacy power surged in all directions.

The Sacred Venerate who had left earlier was knocked down.

There was an uproar.

Only then did the people realize that the Sacred Venerate was trying to escape.

In the void, four black figures appeared. These four existences were releasing the aura of Supremacy power.

The uproar turned into exclamations of fear.

Four Sacred Venerates of the Demon Race!

Didn't they say that the Demon Race's Sacred Venerates could not come over?

Why did four of them come down at once?

Then, a battle between Supremacies broke out in the void. Powerful Supremacy power vibrations kept spreading.

The Spirit Race people would never have thought that the first thing they saw was not the death of the people around them, nor was it the defeat of the Demon Race, but the fall of a Sacred Venerate.

The four Sacred Venerates joined forces and paid the price of being injured, but they successfully killed a Spirit Race Sacred Venerate.

Blood rained down in the void, like a tragic ballad that had just ended.

A generation of powerhouses had come to an end.

The Spirit Race people's morale was instantly destroyed. Everyone was in despair, and then they started to run.

Mo Yizhan saw this and laughed. He waved his hand, and the Demon Race army of more than ten thousand began to reap lives.

Mo Di and Mo Yan Dan Zuo looked forward, and a knowing smile appeared on their faces.

Everything was finally back on the right track.

Then, the Demon Race began to chase after the deserters. Without wasting a single soldier, they destroyed a Supremacy Domain.

They did not kill everyone. Instead, they purposely let many people escape in order to spread this kind of fear.

Just as Mo Yizhan and the others launched their attack, the other Demon Race troops also began to attack. However, their efficiency was not as fast as Mo Yizhan's.

The peaceful years did not last for long. New turmoil came, and this time, it was accompanied by the arrival of the Sacred Venerates.

The real disaster had come. However, the living beings of the Spiritual Realm encountered a situation where no one could resist, just like the last time.

It was as if those existences who had risked their lives for the light of spiritual power had suddenly disappeared.

No one fought for resources anymore. There was only constant war.

The major forces disappeared without a trace again. Even Zi Chen did not appear. Whether it was the Demon Race or the Divine Race, they were winning every battle.

One side was winning constantly.

The other side was retreating.

In a short period of time, the Spirit Race lost many territories.