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He first exchanged messages with Qin Shunying and Li Hongxiu.

These two, stationed in the rear, were essentially in charge of military affairs. Plus, they speculated in private that there might be some ambiguous relationship with their own master.

Therefore, even though Tong Shan Great Saint had formidable strength, he treated both of them politely.

First, he briefly explained what had happened here, and then instructed the two to loosen up some conditions appropriately. He promised to exchange more resources with external trade groups, just to overcome the current difficulty first.

As Su Heng's right-hand and left-hand assistants, Qin Shunying and Li Hongxiu quickly agreed and began preparations swiftly.

Immediately after, Tong Shan Great Saint raised his hand and struck a lightning towards the sky.

Not long later.

Nangong Yue, Zhao Sheng, Huang Mei, and Zhao Zongwu, appeared in front of him.

Although the three Pillar Gods of the Southern Continent had all perished, there were still some powerful Demon Gods in existence, guarding their respective territories.

These Demon Gods were either adept at hiding or had transformed their cities into impregnable fortress strongholds. For various reasons, they could hold out longer in this catastrophe compared to other Demon Gods.

Originally, Tong Shan Great Saint planned to adopt a gradual strategy, but given the changes in the situation, he was forced to consider more aggressive approaches.

He communicated the current circumstances and his thoughts to the four individuals in front of him. Knowing the urgency of the situation, Huang Mei and the others, though it was risky, acknowledged it as a necessity and nodded in agreement.

The group, based on the intelligence they had.

Divided up the remaining Demon Gods and territories among themselves and prepared to lead elite Dragon Guards on an expedition to sweep through them.

Just as they were about to depart, with a flash of white light, Ming Daoist silently appeared beside them.

Still dressed in white surpassing snow, holding a long sword.

As the last princess of an ancient kingdom, Ming Daoist possessed an extraordinary beauty that even Nangong Yue, also an Earth Immortal, felt overshadowed by. However, Ming Daoist's expression was excessively cold, and this time was no exception, as she slightly nodded to acknowledge the four.

"Greetings to the senior," said Huang Mei and the others. Though they were big figures in the Demon Path, they didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of Ming Daoist.

Officially, Tong Shan Great Saint was considered Su Heng's most fierce general.

But in reality.

In their rare encounters.

Ming Daoist impressed them with a much stronger oppressive aura.

Her Spiritual Cultivation was unfathomable, and coupled with her being an Undead Tree itself, she might challenge even the true Heavenly Awakening powerhouses.

"What business does the senior have with us?" asked Tong Shan Great Saint, puzzled.

Ming Daoist was invited out of seclusion by Su Heng and rarely managed worldly affairs. Thus, her initiative this time made Tong Shan Great Saint somewhat perplexed.

"Having nothing much to do these days, I have gleaned some insights during my cultivation and refined some objects that may aid your upcoming endeavors," said Ming Daoist, her voice as pleasant as the tinkling of ice springs.

With a gentle beckon of her hand.

Five vibrantly green Bodhi Leaves appeared in front of them.

"What are these?" Tong Shan Great Saint widened his eyes and carefully reached out to take one.

The moment he touched it, his mind cleared, even the unbearable heat of Taibola Volcano seemed to dissipated significantly. He instantly became cautious, aware of the powerful force concealed within this seemingly ordinary leaf.

"These Bodhi Leaves can monitor the surroundings and will alert if a powerful Blood Realm creature approaches."
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Ming Daoist explained, "They contain a portion of my Spiritual Power. If triggered upon injury, they should be able to withstand a full-fledged attack by a Pillar God under normal circumstances."

After hearing this.

Gratitude was evident on everyone's faces.

Especially Nangong Yue, compared to her peers Huang Mei and Zhao Sheng.

Her physical body was relatively frail, plus the Blood Realm Demon Gods often possessed methods to counteract the Undying nature of Earth Immortals.

Thus, performing the same tasks, her situation was the most perilous, and the possibility of perishing was not absent. Now, with the Bodhi Leaves given by Ming Daoist, her chances of survival significantly increased. Such a leaf was akin to an extra life for her, and its significance was self-evident.

Nangong Yue's smile was sincere.

Su Heng and Ming Daoist, one good cop and one bad cop.

Although she was captured forcibly and subjugated, she genuinely felt a sense of belonging at this moment, which was indeed rare.

"Go," said Ming Daoist, who was usually reserved, and this time was no exception, giving just a slight nod.

Tong Shan and the others thanked her once more before quickly turning away to commence their actions.

After they left.

The vast volcano suddenly felt empty.

Only over a dozen Dragon Guards stood immobile at the crater, like statues of ancient heroes under the flickering firelight.

Ming Daoist stepped forward calmly, approaching the protruding terrace and looked down from a height.

At the same spot.

Tong Shan Great Saint could only see the surging magma and violent air currents.

But with her deeper Spiritual Cultivation, Ming Daoist caught more details from the volcano.

She sensed the vigorous Life Force hidden beneath the lava, growing at an unimaginable rate, and also undergoing continuous transformation.

From the body of a human, it was metamorphosing into a more ancient and powerful entity.

The aura emanating from Su Heng was both unfamiliar and familiar.

Ming Daoist furrowed his brows in deep thought for a moment and then suddenly realized the similarity between the slowly rising power and the eternal, indestructible sun above.

"Truly an inconceivable talent..."

Even with Ming Daoist's tranquil mind, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion, like an autumn wind sweeping across a calm lake and stirring a faint ripple.

The plight the Great Zhou Dynasty faced now was very similar to the ancient Great Moon.

If only he had had such power back then, perhaps... Ming Daoist shook his head lightly again, letting that thought dissipate.

After all, those events had occurred a thousand years ago.

Past events were like smoke; nothing remained the same.

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On the Wanyuan Plain, within the interconnected realms of the Mythical Battlefield.

This was a strange plain with interconnected spaces folding onto each other, no different from the many worlds within the Eternal Heaven. The surroundings were barren, devoid of grass, and the ground was covered in thick dust. Ancient beast bones were half-buried in that dust, basking under the hellish deep red sun of the firmament.

Bang!

As a small cloud of dust dispersed slightly.

By the edge of a deep red river flowing with magma.

Demon General Algres's robust and upright figure appeared here.

He first took a deep breath of the scorching air before calming his excited emotions.

After days of preparation and exhausting plentiful resources and effort, the ritual was finally set up, only waiting for the right moment to activate and take effect. Together with six other Destruction Powers harboring the same goal, their hatred was honed to perfection, ready for a revolutionary, bloody battle that would slaughter all beings.

Rushing forward along the magma river beneath his feet.

Speeding past the parched, cracked earth, and countless emerging skeletons, a dark, formidable steel fortress soon appeared in front of Algres.

The fortress walls alone were more than three hundred meters high, resembling a towering mountain springing from the earth.

And the gateway was molded into the vivid, fierce face of a tiger.

With its mouth wide open, revealing nothing but darkness inside.

A strong scent of blood emanated from within the fortress, and the wind blowing out seemed like the roar of a ravenous beast in a dark, forested mountain. Anyone approaching would feel an extreme sense of danger emanating from within continuously. Yet, Algres didn't stop his steps nor hesitated for a moment, and just boldly walked in.

According to the architectural style and interior decorations, this fortress originally belonged to the Zhou Dynasty.

An Emperor, known as the Emperor of Zheng Country, had stationed his troops here.

However, this Emperor, along with his subordinates, had all perished.

As Algres crossed the corridor, the substantial darkness receded, revealing a plaza filled with mountains of corpses. The military banners with fierce tiger heads were broken and soaked in the flowing Blood River, dyed in a miserable bright red.

When Algres looked up.

He saw the formerly stationed Emperor.

Clad in dark black tiger pattern armor, his robust, sinewy arms flung wide, nailed against the wall facing him.

A terrifying, narrow scar split open his entire chest; shattered organs mixed with fresh blood flowed out, forming a brutal trail of blood more than ten meters long on the wall.

Yet, this wound was not the cause of death.

Further up.

The Emperor's head was completely missing, and the sword that accompanied him in conquering battles was pierced straight into his blood-spouting stump.

The marks on the wall showed that the General must have undergone unimaginable torture before his life ended.

Algres had no sympathy for his enemies.

Upon seeing this scene.

He was merely curious, guessing which one of them had done this.

Bang!

He didn't have to wait too long.

As a bloody head rolled to his feet.

The perpetrator responsible for this massacre finally appeared before Algres.

It was a massive golden-haired monster, with a body like a strong lion and a face with some dragon-like features. Its hair was fluffy and sleek. Currently standing tall on the city wall, the Wanyuan Plain's blood-colored sun was behind it. It seemed to have just finished a hearty meal, as its mouth and fangs dripped with scarlet blood and vicous saliva, trailing in silver threads.

The golden-haired monster panted heavily, its eyes blood-red, and with a voice suppressing raging flames, it roared at Algres, "You, are too late!"

"No!"

Algres remained calm, defending himself, "You came too early."

The seven of them had agreed to meet here, but now only two had arrived; clearly, Algres was even earlier than the appointed time.

But the golden-haired monster didn't listen to Algres's words, only repeating, "Too late, it's already too late!"

Its rage grew hotter, eventually bellowing, "Might as well eat you right now, keeping you, a foreigner, is useless!"

Boom!

Algres bared his teeth, revealing a feral grin.

And the golden-haired monster, with a ground-shattering roar, transformed into a tidal shadow, fiercely pouncing forward!