Inside the Myriad Rivers and Mountains Map, Lin Baichuan instantly refined the Dao artifact. With a thought, he had already left the mountain-and-river space.
At this moment, the two hundred million-strong army of demons and monsters had already charged into the Derivative Realm and collided with the human army.
Lin Baichuan merely glanced at them before paying no further attention.
Everything was proceeding according to his plan. Mu Chen had deliberately ordered those two hundred million demon and monster soldiers to be let in. The place they now occupied was merely the outer perimeter of the base, an area covered by killing formations.
In fact, given the Derivative Realm's defenses, if Mu Chen had not intentionally let them through, the armies of the Demon and Monster Races could have exhausted every ounce of their strength and still not advanced a single step inside.
Thus, Lin Baichuan did not care in the slightest. He was certain that not a single one of those two hundred million demon and monster troops would survive.
If even such a small number of people could not be dealt with, then he might as well not have built this base.
Countless thoughts flashed through Lin Baichuan's mind, yet all of it took but an instant. Then his figure flickered, vanishing from where he stood.
The next instant, Lin Baichuan appeared millions of miles away.
Above the vast sea of clouds, a figure was fleeing through the air. It was none other than the Nine Infant Demon Venerable, who had rushed out of the Myriad Rivers and Mountains Painting.
Lin Baichuan's strength had exceeded his expectations, sending a chill through his entire body.
Thus, he did not dare confront Lin Baichuan head-on at all. If he could not win, he would flee for his life—there was nothing