"Did you say Lin Mo is in the valley ahead?"
"That's right, Lord Yan Que. Bai Hao led people over there earlier and stopped Tuer and Qing Mang. It should have been for Lin Mo."
"Oh? Qing Mang? Hmph! Looks like he wants to swallow the reward for himself. Let's go."
Twenty kilometers away from where Lin Mo was fighting, a group of Demon Race Immortal Peak experts hurriedly flew toward his location.
The same news was spreading in many places.
The Demon Race was very different from the Machine Race. There was far too much scheming and infighting within their clan, with countless factions.
Moreover, every member of the Demon Race was arrogant and conceited.
They had always believed themselves to be the strongest. A single squad should have been more than enough to crush someone like Lin Mo.
That was why they acted independently, even hoping to launch an assault alone.
As a result, the latest information had become delayed and blocked.
Elsewhere, Lin Mo finished killing the last person, sheathed his blade, and clicked his tongue.
His face was full of lingering dissatisfaction.
"The fusion rate between the elements in my Inner World has improved quite a bit, and my combat strength has risen too. Unfortunately, it's still too little. If another one or two waves came, that would be perfect."
Looking at the values on the system panel, he was not far from the Immortal Seventh Order.
If he could have another round of slaughter like this, along with the system's return, Lin Mo believed he could advance another order.
Now, he had come to enjoy this feeling of his strength soaring wildly.
Back when his realm had been low and he leveled up too quickly, he had worried that his foundation would become unstable.
But