At Least a Month in Seclusion to Rest and Recover

"Another method?"

Lu Changzhi looked over.

Qin Li nodded and said:

"The strongest demon will definitely know how to use the Devil-Nurturing Altar."

"Furthermore, he is usually in charge of using the Devil-Nurturing Altar, which ensures that newly added Devil Race have sufficient growth potential."

"The strongest demon?"

Lu Changzhi murmured softly and looked up.

At this very moment, high in the distance, an incredibly fierce battle is taking place.

Even in such a remote place, one can still feel the aura of destruction emanating from it.

This level of combat is so devastating that it would be no exaggeration to describe it as earth-shattering.

"It seems this demon cannot die yet."

Lu Changzhi spoke up.

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Li said:

"Unless the Cloud Heaven Holy Land sends another powerful expert, they cannot be killed."

After saying that, Qin Li shook her head:

"This Cloud Heaven Holy Land might have some connection with the Devil Race here."

"Hmm?" Lu Changzhi raised an eyebrow.

Why do you say that?

Qin Li hesitated for a moment, then said:

"As Transcendent Realm and a Sword Master, even though there's Devil Race blood pool here, let's see how he performs..."

Qin Li pondered for a moment, "This Sword Master from the Cloud Heaven Holy Land is deliberately pretending to go all out, but in reality, he's holding back."

Based on her past combat experience, Fang Ling was clearly holding back.

And it was done in a way that appeared to be very strenuous.

Are you holding back?

Lu Changzhi also began to feel uncertain.

Could it be that there really is some secret between these two parties?

If that's the case, the matter will likely become much more complicated.

Shaking his head, Lu Changzhi didn't continue thinking about it.

It's a good thing that I won't die anytime soon.

After all, we have limited manpower.

The longer you continue, the more experience you will gain.

"Cut!"

High in the sky, Fang Ling unleashed a sword strike.

This sword strike was simple and unadorned, yet it contained astonishing Sword Intent.

Wherever it passed, the void twisted wildly.

Brush.

The sword flashed by with astonishing speed, striking directly at Xue Chou.

"Come!"

Xue Chou roared and threw a punch.

With a single punch, blood and energy from all directions converged, forming a crimson moon in the night sky.

The next moment, the longsword came crashing down.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the two sides faced off.

After a brief stalemate, the blood moon suddenly shattered.

The longsword, however, flew backwards.

Tread!

Xue Chou took a step forward, his speed increasing dramatically, transforming into a streak of blood-red light, stirring up a howling wind, and heading straight for Fang Ling.

With a flash of light, the longsword flew back into Fang Ling's hand.

At the same time, Xue Chou attacked.

Fang Ling held his sword horizontally to block.

Boom!

A deafening roar echoed in all directions, causing the heavens and the void to tremble.

Fang Ling suddenly retreated.

As he retreated, he unleashed another sword strike, forcing Xue Chou to be unable to follow.

When the strongest clash, the situation changes in an instant, and danger lurks everywhere.

"The Human Race Sword Master is nothing special."

Xue Chou's voice rang out, tinged with disdain.

It seems I've been conservative all these years.

The Cloud Heaven Holy Land was not as powerful as I had imagined.

"But you can't hurt me, can you?"

Fang Ling's expression was solemn as he responded.

As he spoke, his gaze fell upon the flying boat.

That Sword Immortal senior has not yet left.

The other party is likely concerned about this matter as well.

In that case, his plan might work.

However, it still depends on whether this demon can cooperate.

"Can't hurt you?" Xue Chou's voice rang out, tinged with a cold laugh:

You'll find out soon enough.

Before the words had even faded, another burst of blood appeared.

The two resumed their fierce battle.

"Damn it, how come there are so many of these Devil Sect!"

At one of the fierce battlegrounds, the faces of the Mystic One Sect members were ashen.

The number of the Devil Sect who came was seemingly endless.

At first, they were only on the outskirts.

Now, it has clearly become an internal battleground.

These Devil Sect are utter lunatics; even when severely injured, they still attack them.

Given such a large quantity and the manner in which they acted.

By this time, many elders had already been injured or wounded.

Furthermore, some elders have been seriously injured and can only be protected by others.

"We should have just left in the first place," an elder said regretfully.

"My Mystic One Sect cannot afford to get involved in this mess."

It's not just the Mystic One Sect.

Other factions also realized something was wrong at this point.

There are simply too many of these Devil Sect.

If they are held up here like this, they will suffer heavy losses.

Immediately, everyone became anxious.

Among the many Devil Sect.

A figure darted about.

It was Mu Fan, who was almost one with darkness.

Finding easy targets through system detection is not a difficult task.

Brush.

A Devil Sect passed by.

A flash of light appeared,

A scroll of Explosive Flame Talisman was stuffed into his robe pocket.

Mu Fan then dodged away into the distance.

After a few breaths.

Boom!

Flames surged and swept outwards.

The surrounding area of the Devil Sect was instantly blown to pieces.

"To accumulate merit, you need an explosion."

Mu Fan gently shook his head:

"Better safe than sorry. I should have built more first; this is too slow."

"I've been so busy this time, I'll need to go into seclusion for at least a month to rest and recuperate when I get back."

"Disciple Mu Fan has killed one Devil Sect, gaining: 10 Experience Points."

"Disciple Mu Fan has killed one Devil Sect and obtained..."

"Disciple Mu Fan..."

While I was holding the position, the system notifications kept coming in non-stop.

The same applies to the increase in experience points.

"This time the harvest should be quite good."

Lu Changzhi was very satisfied.

In addition to gaining experience, I now have eight random Saint Rank gift packs.

However, as he observed, his doubts grew stronger.

"Does this Cloud Heaven Holy Land really have any connection with the Devil Race?"

Lu Changzhi became somewhat uncertain about this.

A group of Devil Race and the Cloud Heaven Holy Land in the distance.

They're clearly desperate now.

They used every means at their disposal, clearly intending to annihilate the opponent.

Even the powerful Devil Race who have withdrawn from the battle are now suffering much more severe injuries than before.

Meanwhile, on the Cloud Heaven Holy Land side, some powerful figures also suffered severe injuries and retreated back to their flying boats.

It was intense and exciting, and we were reluctant to part ways.

"Damn it, are Xue Luo and those guys dead?!"

In the midst of the fierce battle, a member of the Devil Sect spoke out angrily.

"That good-for-nothing Xue Luo, all he thinks about is running away at crucial moments. He wasn't even seriously injured, yet he still ran back to recover."

"Get them out here right now! How can we handle so many people from the Cloud Heaven Holy Land?!"

In an instant, the demons were enraged.

Although this place is the territory of their Blood Devil.

But even they couldn't withstand such intense fighting.

What's more, it had already been unexpectedly bombed once before.

Immediately, some powerful Devil Race were distracted and went to find Xue Luo and the others.

A moment later, a low cry suddenly rang out.

"Damn it, they're really dead!"