Compared to the tension inside the dungeon, outside the dungeon, Xuan Mo, dressed in simple black clothes, with a handsome and cold expression, led the demon army to ambush and encircle in an orderly manner.

"Your Highness, everything is ready." Deputy General Jiang Huai trotted all the way, not daring to delay at all.

Xuan Mo narrowed his blood-red eyes slightly. Just as he was about to give an order, a leisurely voice came from behind, "Wait a minute."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Huai turned around and saluted respectfully.

The man was wearing a crimson purple robe with gold edges, with a pale face and handsome features. He curled his lips and walked over slowly.

Xuan Mo looked at him with his brows furrowed, and asked coldly, "Is your leg broken?"

Luo Feng understood the hidden meaning in his words and laughed even more evilly.

"Alas, big brother is so cold and indifferent that it chills Luo'er's heart." He covered his heart with his hands, looking weak and fragile.

Even though he knew he was pretending, Xuan Mo couldn't help but worry every time he saw him like this.

He softened his tone and asked, "How is your health?"

"It's wonderful."

Xuan Mo felt relieved. "In that case, tell me what you want to say."

"Qiao Qiao's demon spirit said that the son of the God of the God Realm has also arrived~"

Luo Feng smiled evilly and said, "We can't kill him. He still has some use."

Xuan Mo nodded, "I understand."

After a pause, he warned, "Those gods and goddesses in the God Realm are not easy to deal with. Be careful when the time comes. Also, tell Xiaojia to use less magic spirits."

"Okay, brother." Luo Feng looked obedient.

The magic spirit is Qiao Jia's weapon, which can be used for both prediction and defense. However, the use of the magic spirit comes at the cost of consuming life, and Xuan Mo does not agree with her use of it.

In a battle between gods and demons several hundred years ago, his third brother Luo Feng was seriously injured while trying to protect him and has not recovered to this day. His second sister Qiao Jia also suffered a serious loss of lifespan and is now on the verge of death.

My fourth brother died young. If the demon clan doesn’t seize the opportunity to rise again, they will never be able to turn things around.

Thinking of this, Xuan Mo's face turned cold. This time he would definitely make the gods pay the price.

"By the way, there is one more thing." Luo Feng said again.

Xuan Mo put away the fierceness in his eyes and said slowly, "You say."

"The God Binding Net and the Demon Gathering Array have been destroyed."

Xuan Mo's pupils constricted for a moment, "How could it be!"

"I've laid nearly a hundred God Binding Nets, and your Demon Gathering Formation is no ordinary formation. How could it be destroyed so easily?"

"That's true." Although I don't want to believe it, it is the fact.

Seeing his brother's downcast expression, Xuan Mo consoled him, "It's alright. Although Father and several elders cannot participate in the battle, we are in the Demon Realm after all, with numerous demon generals. We have also prepared a plan in advance, so it will surely be foolproof."

Small-scale confrontations have certain restrictions on both sides. They can use strategies and increase the number of demon generals as appropriate, but heavyweight figures such as the Demon Lord cannot appear, and a large number of demon generals cannot be called up. Correspondingly, the same is true for the God Realm.

But this time they are in the Demon Realm, their own territory, and they have made arrangements in secret. I don’t believe that this will not make them lose a lot of money.

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At this time, the dungeon was already scorching hot, and all the criminals in the prison were dead.

The fire subsided, and Zhao Zhao and his companions used their divine power to protect their bodies and moved carefully out.

Su stayed close to Zhao Zhao the whole time, his muscles tense as he looked around.

The closer they got to the dungeon exit, the more careful they became. When they were halfway through a very long and narrow corridor, they heard a rumbling sound from the front.

Jun Si thought of something, his pupils shrank slightly, and he shouted, "Oh no, it's the Giant Spirit Stone!"

After saying this, a huge boulder with tongues of fire rushed towards them with the force of thunder, bringing bursts of heat.

The narrow corridor was just big enough to accommodate the giant spirit stone. If they wanted to get out, they had to smash it.

"Run back." Zhao Zhao shouted, and the next second he picked up his sword and rushed towards the giant stone.

The giant spirit stone rolled at an extremely fast speed. It was huge and hard. Zhao Zhao struck it with all his might and broke it into pieces. Su cleaned up the rest of the larger rubble beside him.

"Huh, it's safe." Jun Si breathed a sigh of relief.

"I don't think so." Shi Qinian stared at the corridor ahead. After a moment, another giant spirit stone rolled down.

This time, Qinian stepped forward with his sword to deal with it, while Zhaozhao cleared the rubble.

One after another, giant spirit stones fell down, and Zhao Zhao and his companions took turns to clean them up. However, as time went on, they gradually felt tired, and their knuckles were numb from the shock.

Ye Liangqing shook his wrist and looked at the giant spirit stones rolling down one after another in front of him. He couldn't help but feel anxious. How many stones were there?

Jun Si also said in annoyance, "This broken stone is really disgusting!"

They were stuck here, unable to move forward or backward, and their divine power was wasted in vain.

"This is not a solution." Shi Qinian frowned. No one knew how many giant spirit stones would come down. If they kept wasting time, their divine power would be exhausted, and they would not even have a chance of winning the battle against the demons.