After sweeping up all the spoils of war, Lu Chuan did not continue hunting down the remaining members of the Moro Race.
They were scattered everywhere. Relying on his strength alone to slaughter them all would truly be a huge hassle. Better to wait for the Human Race army to arrive.
He could just leave it to the Great Xuan King, the Xuanhuang Country Lord, and the others to handle.
After all.
The destruction of the Moro Race had never been his business alone. It was the counterattack of the entire Human Race, so naturally, it could not all rest on his shoulders.
However, there was one person Lu Chuan would absolutely deal with personally.
That was the Moro Race's patriarch, Moro Wushan.
This fellow's strength was not far off from the Great Xuan King's. If Lu Chuan did not act, it would not be easy for the Great Xuan King and the others to kill him.
He had no time to waste here in the Moro Race.
He was prepared to press on in one breath, and after destroying the Moro Race, kill his way into the territories of the other Foreign Races.
A single Moro Race could not smooth away the Human Race's fury.
Since they were going to counterattack, then they would strike with all their strength. Even if they did not destroy the Hundred Clans of the Heavens, they had to at least tear off a huge chunk of fatty meat.
With a thought.
Lu Chuan sent a message to the Great Xuan King and the others, telling them there was no need to head to the core land of the Moro Race. Instead, they were to divide their forces and hunt down the other fleeing Moro Race members.
And he himself also moved.
With one