Slaying Them! Heading to the Devil Race!

At this moment, at the border between the Northern Region and the Central Continent.

The Great Chu Imperial Dynasty had stationed troops here year-round, and beyond the canyon lay the Devil Race of the Northern Region.

The canyon had been formed tens of thousands of years ago, during a great war between the Human Race of the Central Continent and the Devil Race of the Northern Region.

"Boss, we killed so many experts in that old emperor's city this time. What a thrill!"

"Hmph! Did you think my concealment technique was all talk? With my early-stage Half-Immortal strength and this concealment technique, it would take a late-stage Half-Immortal or even a peak Half-Immortal to come in person!"

"If the restrictions on the inner city weren't so powerful, and forcing them open would have risked exposing us, I'd have wanted to go in and kill a couple of people there too!"

"Boss, you're amazing. I admire you!"

"When we get back to the Devil Race, I'll treat you to a good meal first, boss!"

The man in the lead looked pleased with himself. These two were the ones who had killed the cultivators in Chu Imperial City, and they were now preparing to return to the Northern Region.

"You're having quite a bit of fun with such petty tricks." In an instant, a figure appeared before the two devils, blocking their path.

"Y-you, who are you? Why are you here?"

The man in the lead looked somewhat panicked. This man had appeared right before their eyes, yet neither of them had noticed him at all!

Either he had a cultivation method superior to the man's concealment technique, or his cultivation far surpassed the man's! Either possibility was terrifying!

"This seat is kindhearted and grants you two a painless death."

The speaker was none other than Ye Zichen. These two devils were the ones who had killed Mu Lingxi's grandmother.

Originally, neither of them would have killed an ordinary person there. Their targets had been some cultivators in the city, going back and forth to weaken the Central Continent.

But under the influence of Mu Lingxi's karma, the two of them had ended up killing her grandmother.

"Wh..."

Before he could finish speaking, the two fell to the ground and went silent. Ye Zichen waved his hand, erasing the existence of the two devils.

"That counts as done."

Ye Zichen did not care about the others who had died in the city. It concerned the war between the Devil Race and the Human Race, and had nothing to do with Ye Zichen.

Ye Zichen only decided to act today because the two wanted to return to the Northern Region, and he could take a look around the Northern Region while he was at it.

"The Devil Race of the Northern Region..." Ye Zichen's lips curled. With the Devil Race of the Northern Region making such moves, war with the Central Continent was not far off.

In the Devil Race's imperial palace.

The Devil Venerable who ruled the Devil Race resided here.

"Hmm? Someone killed Mo Yihuan?"

Sensing Mo Yihuan's life force being cut off, Mo Lintian, the Devil Venerable, was a little surprised.

Mo Yihuan had reported to him that he was on his way back, only to die suddenly on the road. Mo Lintian was curious.

He had just reached the peak Half-Immortal realm, and his strength had greatly increased. After consolidating his realm a little, it would not be long before he reopened the war between the Human Race and the Devil Race!

"It seems I must wait for them to make their move. Once everything is ready, the Central Continent will fall!"

Mo Lintian's eyes burned with fighting spirit. The Central Continent was bound to be in his pocket!

"Interesting. His strength is passable, but he's a few screws loose."

"Who? Who's speaking! How dare you break into the imperial palace! Show yourself!"

Mo Lintian suddenly heard a voice and sprang to his feet in alarm. The pressure of a peak Half-Immortal swept through the imperial palace.

"What a pity. You still don't measure up."

Ye Zichen slowly revealed himself and walked step by step until he stood before Mo Lintian.

"You! Who are you? Why have I never seen you before?"

Mo Lintian looked at the figure he had no memory of. Which mighty expert was this? Even as a peak Half-Immortal, he could not sense him!

"A mere ant from the lower realm dares call himself 'this venerable one'? Kneel and apologize to this seat."

Looking at the furious Mo Lintian standing there, Ye Zichen gave him a show of force to put him in his place.

What! With a single sentence, Mo Lintian was forced to his knees, utterly unable to resist.

Recalling the words "ant from the lower realm," Mo Lintian trembled all over. This was an immortal from the Immortal Realm who had descended to the mortal world!

"I am Mo Lintian of the Devil Race. I pay my respects to Immortal Senior! Please forgive my earlier rashness, Senior!"

Reacting in an instant, Mo Lintian hastily bowed his head and admitted his fault.

"Your strength is at the peak Half-Immortal realm, but you have no brains. Let this seat give you a hand."

Ye Zichen looked at Mo Lintian. No wonder someone who was all muscle and no brains was easily fooled.

He tapped a finger, sending a stream of spiritual power into Mo Lintian's body.

Feeling this spiritual power, Mo Lintian felt that he was now stronger than two more of his former selves!

"Thank you, my lord! Why have you done this, my lord?" Although he was grateful that the immortal had granted him a fortuitous opportunity right away, he also knew it could not be that simple.

"The Devil Race still needs to grow stronger. Continue with what you were doing. This seat is merely giving you a hand."

Then Ye Zichen left the imperial palace.

In the imperial palace, Mo Lintian, still dumbfounded, could not help breathing a sigh of relief when he saw Ye Zichen leave.

"My lord must want the Devil Race to defeat the Human Race! I have to work harder!"

Mo Lintian muttered to himself, imagining that Ye Zichen must have done this for the Devil Race.

Ye Zichen: No wonder they say you're a one-track-minded fool with no brains.

And so, Mo Lintian planned to prepare his army further, hoping to increase the Devil Race's strength and ensure that nothing went wrong in the great war.

"Let this seat see just how much you can accomplish."

Ye Zichen looked toward the imperial palace with a smile.

Mo Lintian, as he was now, could not lead the Devil Race's army to match the Central Continent in strength.

So Ye Zichen gave him a buff to improve his own strength further, and reminded him to train his army some more while he was at it.

The Devil Race had fewer than five Half-Immortal experts, while the four great forces of the Central Continent had more than ten between them. Thus, Mo Lintian needed to shoulder the burden of providing overwhelming strength on his own.

With what he had done, Ye Zichen hoped Mo Lintian would put on a good performance when the time came.

"This is another full-scale war between the Central Continent and the Northern Region after tens of thousands of years. At least let me enjoy the show to my heart's content."

Ye Zichen murmured.

He had never been a purely good person. That would have been far too boring.

With something like this happening, how could it not be exciting?

An outright war was far better than those who relied on petty cleverness and plotted against others behind their backs.

Compared to the Central Continent, the Northern Region was much more desolate. The ten million Devil Race soldiers under Mo Lintian's command were all training desperately to defeat the Central Continent and settle there.

Ye Zichen looked around the Northern Region and then returned. The land was desolate, with no scenery to speak of. There was nothing worth looking at.