At this time, the Beast Race of the Southern Marsh also began mobilizing its armies. As Demon Saints, Hong Luo and Cangxiao led hundreds of millions of Fierce Beasts and birds of prey in a steady advance toward the Lingze Dike Wall.
"Reporting to the Holy Son, the Southern Marsh Beast Territory is invading. Should we defend the Lingze Dike Wall or abandon it?"
Back then, the Kunling Sect's Ancestor Baiyan had hurried back to his sect from the Primordial Soul Sect. Wounded by Lu Ming's Primordial Soul Stele and already advanced in age, he had soon breathed his last. Now Bai Ying headed the Kunling Sect, while Bai Ying and Xie Qingyun both respectfully obeyed Qian Yuquan's orders.
"The Southern Marsh Beast Race? The Eastern Ridge has been settled. I was already preparing to march south."
Qian Yuquan intended to compete with Qian Yuhuang for the position of Sacred Lord of the Sacred Land. If he could unite the Eastern Ridge and the Southern Marsh, those two great territories would undoubtedly become his greatest bargaining chip in that contest.
"You two stay at the sect and guard against Silver Frost Forest and the remaining riffraff. I will personally lead the armies of both races to crush the Southern Marsh!" His brown robe swept out as Qian Yuquan raised his eyes toward the south, radiating an air of disdain for all beneath heaven. "After this battle, I want no Beast Race left in the Southern Marsh!"
"You mustn't, Holy Son! The Southern Marsh Beast Race has a Demon Venerable. I fear..."
"Insolence! Would the legacy of our Sacred Land fear a mere branch of the Beast Race? I have my own strategy!"
"Holy Son, Qingyun has a plan, though I do not know whether I should speak."
"Speak!"
"The Southern