The battle had become completely one-sided.
The Machine Race had lost all fighting spirit. How could they possibly be a match for the human race?
Countless were dead and wounded.
"Bastard! You dare harm my clansmen? Die!"
Suddenly, a furious roar descended from the heavens.
A terrifying pressure fell in an instant, its boundless killing intent utterly undisguised.
"Not good, it's a Venerable Realm expert!"
The Blood Wolf Legion members turned solemn and rapidly retreated.
Before a Venerable Realm expert, they were merely ants. Naturally, they did not dare face one head-on.
"Buzz!"
Three brawny figures stood in the air, glaring furiously at Lin Mo.
"You are Lin Mo?"
The arrivals were precisely the Demon Race's three great Venerable Realm experts—Luo Hu, Geng Bao, and Lin Lang.
Yet that one look and one question filled all three with confusion.
Facing the three of them, Lin Mo did not show the slightest trace of fear.
Instead, he revealed an excited expression.
What was going on?
Could it be that Lin Mo could not tell they were all above the fifth tier of the Venerable Realm?
"Lin Mo, you dared slaughter our clansmen. You deserve death!"
"Hurry up and kneel to beg for mercy. Hand over the treasures on you, and we can leave you an intact corpse."
"You..."
"Why so much nonsense? Take my saber!"
Before the three could finish speaking, Lin Mo gave a low shout and swung his saber.
He pushed the Life and Death Art to its limit, adding the Lightning Attribute to Crimson Flame.
Purple-gold lightning wrapped around crimson saber aura as it instantly slashed toward Lin Lang.
Lin Lang raised his brows at the sight. "Courting death!"
The battle prowess of a fifth-tier Venerable Realm expert erupted instantly, and he likewise raised his saber to meet