Above Magma Lake.
The battle had already ended. Young Lord Dark Moon stood suspended in the air, a sinister smirk on his face as he watched the Rockfire Clan still fleeing madly below. He murmured to himself, "They're quite clever. They know that once they've seen a secret they shouldn't have, they have to die."
A voice suddenly came from nowhere. "Your Highness, please allow my First Legion to kill them."
"The Second Legion requests permission to engage."
"The Third Legion requests permission to engage."
More than a dozen competing voices made Young Lord Dark Moon even happier. He gently stroked the little snake crawling out from his sleeve and said, "Leave it to the First Legion. I don't want to see a single survivor. The other legions will lie in ambush where they are and wait for the Saint Gold Race to arrive."
"Yes," more than a dozen voices answered in unison.
The next moment, hundreds of thousands of Silverglade Demon Clan warriors in full silver armor suddenly flew out from the clouds. Every member of one ten-thousand-man legion was at the peak of Demigod Tier, while the remaining legions consisted of Demigod Tier and half-Lord Tier warriors.
After landing along the shore of Magma Lake, the Demigod Tier legion began the pursuit, while the other legions actually started using Magic Crystals to set up a magic array on the ground.
Lu Yang's avatar was floating above Magma Lake. Seeing this, he confirmed his suspicions. Young Lord Dark Moon truly intended to wipe out the Saint Gold Race.
"Lu Yang, surely you aren't that wary of me? At a time like this, you only left behind an avatar." Young Lord Dark Moon suddenly appeared above Magma Lake before Lu Yang, a gentle smile on his face.
Lu Yang