Chapter 332: The Alien Race Camp
Chapter 332: The Alien Race Camp
"Hmm..."
Mu Ranyan took a deep breath and nodded slightly at Chen Mu, her eyes still filled with shock.
In that instant, her mind flashed with various thoughts, including the incident where Chen Mu was ambushed by the Mystic Pavilion earlier. Now, it seemed that Chen Mu's cautious strategy had allowed him to cultivate the Six Viscera Realm to perfection in just a few years, and then break through the Xuan Pass to achieve the Heaven-Earth Grandmaster realm. Chen Mu's talent and ability were truly exceptional, unmatched in ancient and modern times.
She envisioned another figure like the Great Xuan Wu Emperor rising step by step. No wonder Chen Mu was so meticulous in his actions. After all, before he had fully matured, attracting the attention of the entire world was not a good thing. Not to mention the entire world, just in the Cold Northern Region, there were probably countless people who didn't want to see the rise of a Martial Saint.
Roar!!!
The Sacred Turtle let out another furious roar, but at this moment, Chen Mu and Mu Ranyan had maintained a distance of two hundred zhang from it, so they weren't affected much. At this distance, the Sacred Turtle's attacks posed little threat.
Mu Ranyan glanced back at the Celestial Demon Tortoise and said solemnly, "This Sacred Turtle must have been influenced by some means of the Heavenly Demon Sect, causing it to go berserk. Chen Shidi, what do you think we should do to deal with it?"
She had been worried before, and the pursuit of the Sacred Turtle had put her under great pressure. Now, with Chen Mu by her side, the tension in her heart had eased significantly. As for how to handle the Sacred Turtle, it was best to listen to Chen Mu at this moment.
Chen Mu also looked back at the Sacred Turtle. With his current strength, although he was still slightly inferior to the weakened Sacred Turtle in a head-on confrontation, he could hold it off for a while. However, the most critical issue was that he couldn't suppress it, so a stalemate would be pointless. Once the Sacred Turtle fully awakened or broke free from this state of berserk madness, and rushed towards the river basin, it would be even more difficult to stop. The central part of Ice Province was connected to the underground sea.
"How much longer will it take for you to cleanse your aura, Senior Sister Mu?"
Chen Mu paused slightly and asked Mu Ranyan.
Mu Ranyan had been affected by the Heavenly Demon Sect's ambush, and she didn't know what she had absorbed that was mixed with her inner energy. Regardless, her aura was far more attractive to the Sacred Turtle than the lavender. However, she was also at the Six Viscera Realm, and with some effort, she could cleanse her aura completely.
Mu Ranyan quickly replied, "At least half an hour."
"Good."
Chen Mu nodded slightly and looked back at the Sacred Turtle. A faint light flashed in his eyes as he said, "Then let's go and deliver a 'gift' to the Alien Race camp. What do you think, Senior Sister Mu?"
Mu Ranyan had no intention of refusing Chen Mu's suggestion. She had also considered the idea of luring the Sacred Turtle to the Alien Race's stronghold, but she was concerned that even if she could lead it there, she might not have the opportunity to escape. So, she couldn't make a decision.
Now, with Chen Mu by her side, she felt much more confident.
Although she wasn't sure how strong Chen Mu had become after reaching the Grandmaster realm, just from the power he displayed when clashing with the Sacred Turtle earlier, it was likely that even the top Grandmasters in the Cold Northern Region wouldn't be a match for Chen Mu.
With such a powerful ally, Mu Ranyan felt more assured about visiting the Alien Race's stronghold. Whether the Alien Race managed to suppress the Sacred Turtle or the Sacred Turtle destroyed their stronghold, it would ultimately benefit them.
After making up his mind, Chen Mu changed direction and led Mu Ranyan into the depths of Han County, flying towards the Alien Race's camp. He had thoroughly investigated Han County before, so he knew the location of the Alien Race's stronghold. It was situated a few hundred li north of the county town, allowing them to raid the town and retreat into the Ice Province's capital, where they could join forces with the main Alien Race army.
"The Alien Race occupying Han County consists of the Wu Meng Clan and the Wu Li Clan. Both clans have around ten thousand elite soldiers each, and their quality is higher than that of the Ice Province Guards and the Jade Forest Army."
As Chen Mu flew alongside Mu Ranyan, he shared intelligence about Han County.
Now, he had a rough understanding of the Sacred Turtle's strength and some knowledge about the capabilities of those at the Blood Replacement Realm. However, his understanding of large-scale military formations was still limited, even though he had followed the Jade Forest Army before. But he had never participated in any battles.
The force he had encountered and eliminated earlier in Han County was only a thousand-strong, and there was no Grandmaster leading them.
He wondered about the combat power of a ten-thousand-strong elite force led by a Grandmaster. If they were to engage in a battle with the Celestial Demon Tortoise behind them, what would be the outcome?
...
Northern Han County.
About four hundred li away from the county town, this was the location of the Wu Meng Clan and Wu Li Clan's camp.
The two clans had set up camp a few dozen li apart, occupying the local county town. At this moment, the soldiers who had been scattered throughout Han County had returned and gathered in the camp. Each clan had over ten thousand soldiers, all assembled within the stronghold.
At this time, in the central camp of the Wu Meng Clan, the atmosphere was solemn. Whether it was the soldiers guarding the outside of the camp or the leaders standing within, they all kept their heads lowered, their demeanor respectful and without any hint of audacity.
Inside the spacious camp, a massive white fur rug was spread out, seemingly made from the skin of a tiger demon. Judging by its size, the demon must have been at least ten zhang tall in its lifetime, undoubtedly a Seventh Rank Demon King or higher. Now, its demon skin had been turned into a rug.
In the center of the rug, there were six silhouettes.
The auras of these six figures were either deep and restrained or unbridled, but without exception, they all carried a sense of pressure unique to the Grandmaster realm. They were the Grandmasters of the Wu Meng Clan and the Wu Li Clan.
At the forefront of the group, with his dark complexion and stern countenance, stood the Dark Bone Marquis of the Umong Clan, one of the two Marquises and a top-tier Grandmaster who dominated the lands beyond the pass. His aura was subtly more powerful than the others, giving off an air of authority without needing to be angry.
"The Seven Xuanzong has come prepared, launching a surprise attack on Solitude Valley. We received the news too late, and if we rush there now, we might fall into their ambush. It's better to wait and see how things unfold. The Demon Sect is cunning and treacherous, and their headquarters won't be easy to breach. Let them fight it out."
"No, you said the Seven Xuanzong came prepared. I think Solitude Valley will fall, and it might have already been taken by now. If we go now, it might be too late."
"I think we should still go. Whether the Seven Xuanzong retreats or Solitude Valley falls, there will be chaos, and we might benefit from it. There's no need to specifically aid the Demon Sect."
Several Grandmasters in the tent spoke up, their voices deep as they discussed the situation.
The news of Solitude Valley's attack had reached them, but they couldn't immediately reach a consensus.
"The Seven Xuanzong is launching a massive attack, with Grandmasters leading the charge. If we want to take action, we must go together. But if we do that, our base here will be left vulnerable. If we encounter any schemes, we'll suffer heavy losses."
Someone spoke with a deep voice.
The distance from here to Solitude Valley was too far. While it was true that the Grandmasters could quickly reach Solitude Valley, there was no way the base's army could be mobilized in time. Each of the two clans' bases needed at least one Grandmaster to remain and command. Currently, there were only six Grandmasters from both clans here, and with two of them gone, only four would be left. Going to aid Solitude Valley with just four Grandmasters wouldn't inspire much confidence.
According to the intelligence, the Seven Xuanzong was launching a massive attack, with almost all their Grandmasters leading the charge.
If the Demon Sect couldn't hold Solitude Valley, going there might be futile. But if they could hold it...
"..."
The Dark Bone Marquis watched as the Grandmasters from the Umong and Ului Clans argued, each holding their ground. The Seven Xuanzong's actions were too decisive and unified, causing them to have second thoughts.
Additionally, the Umong Clan had recently lost an elite force, and the Bone Piercing Marquis had gone to investigate, but he hadn't returned and had been out of contact for several days. This gave the Dark Bone Marquis a bad feeling, and it was possible that he had fallen into an ambush and died.
In any case, the situation in Ice Province had been changing rapidly since the Seven Xuanzong's involvement.
Whether it was the Ice Extinction Palace or the Seven Xuanzong, both were powerful sects controlling an entire province, with over ten Grandmasters each. They far surpassed the strength of any one clan, and even the combined might of two or three clans might not be enough to rival them.
Even if the Ice Extinction Palace and the Seven Xuanzong joined forces, and the four clans, including the Demon Sect and the Heavenly Corpse Sect, united completely, it was uncertain if they would gain a significant advantage in a fight. The current situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable.
In his opinion, it was time to abandon the operation and retreat beyond the pass.
After all, they had already reaped most of the benefits they could from their raids, and with the Ice Extinction Palace being difficult to breach, the rational decision was to retreat with the gains. Staying in Ice Province and engaging in a back-and-forth struggle with the Ice Extinction Palace and the Seven Xuanzong would only increase their losses.
Although the Dark Bone Marquis held the highest position in the Umong Clan, the decision-making power didn't lie with him but with the 'Wu Zu', the leader of the four clans. The intentions of this Blood Replacement Realm's Supreme Master were unclear to him, but without his orders, the four clans of Umong could only continue to hold their ground in Ice Province.
However, just as the Grandmasters in the tent were arguing, unable to reach a consensus, someone burst into the tent.
"Report! Urgent news from the southern scouts!"
The speaker was a commander at the Six Viscera Realm, his face still showing urgency.
He had received the highest-level urgent news from the southern scouts, indicating an immense threat approaching their base. Although the specific nature of the threat was unclear, there was no doubt it was significant.
"Hm?"
The Grandmasters in the tent, including the Dark Bone Marquis, had their expressions slightly altered. After a quick glance around, someone immediately headed outside, taking a few swift steps to exit the tent, followed by the rest.
Some soared directly into the sky, while others leaped and landed on the top of the watchtower, gazing towards the south. For the moment, nothing unusual could be seen.
As everyone frowned in confusion, the Dark Bone Marquis, standing a hundred feet above the ground, was the first to show a change in expression.
"This is..."
He gazed into the southern sky, faintly sensing an immense and terrifying aura approaching them. He was very familiar with this aura—it was undoubtedly demonic energy, but its intensity far surpassed that of ordinary demons.
As time passed, the demonic energy became increasingly sinister, giving rise to a sense of it surging into the heavens. The Dark Bone Marquis and the other Grandmasters all had their eyes widen in shock.
As alien Grandmasters, they had hunted countless demons beyond the pass, including Demon Kings and Great Demon Kings. However, this demonic energy was clearly beyond what a seventh or eighth-rank Demon King could produce.
A Demon King was rushing towards their camp from the south, heading straight for the Umong and Ului Clans' stronghold!
(End of Chapter)
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