Lu Chuan's mind and consciousness shifted away from himself. With a movement of his mind, the Epoch Suppressing World Scripture had already fused into him.
His gaze sharpened, and he immediately looked toward Green Hill Blessed Land.
At this moment, the interior of Green Hill Blessed Land was already deathly still.
A great battle between Quasi-Saint Realm powerhouses, under repeated bombardments—although protected by a Great Array—had still been affected.
The Demon Race had suffered heavy casualties.
But at this moment, all the Demon Race within Green Hill Blessed Land were unusually quiet.
Because they had been completely cowed by Lu Chuan's strength, and every one of them was still caught in shock, unable to come back to their senses.
"The Demon Race won't be able to send people over in a short time. And even if they do send someone, their strength will have to be at least several times stronger. The risk is too great..."
Lu Chuan muttered to himself, "But now I don't know whether I can retreat or not. The Immortal Martial Hall Master told me to harass them. This should count as completing the mission, right?"
He pondered secretly in his heart.
He had killed more than thirty Demon Emperors in one go. That was enough for the Demon Race to drink a whole pot.
At the thought of this, the smile on Lu Chuan's face grew even richer.
At the same time, however, his gaze gradually became sharp.
Like a keen blade, it fell upon Green Hill Blessed Land.
He could not move this Blessed Land away, but he could not leave it for the Demon Race either. After going in and looting it, he would destroy it outright!
As the thought flashed through his mind, Lu Chuan had already walked toward Green Hill Blessed