Mo Yong stirred up a storm with his first move, piercing the barrier of the Demon Realm with a single spear thrust, and led the Immortal Lords as if they were in an empty land.
There was not a trace of impending death on him!
Lin Ye said, "If we really captured Yan Ruoruo, we could still talk if we had a hostage. But now we don't know where Gu Cang has taken Yan Ruoruo, and there are only six of us Great Demons left in the Demon Realm. We have no bargaining chips. How does Your Majesty plan to deal with this?"
Although great demons can rival gods, most great demons in the demon realm rise to power through devouring, with only a few cultivating diligently on their own. In battle, they are often outmatched by gods.
With six great demons facing four supreme gods, it's highly likely that both sides will suffer heavy losses.
"Go find Gu Zang and tell him to bring Yan Ruoruo back as soon as possible. Gather all the demon generals and the Great Demon prepare for battle!"
"yes."
Mo Yong naturally didn't believe Ruoruo wasn't in the Demon Realm. He assumed that the Demon Lord coveted Kunlun Ruins and refused to release her. He didn't have much time and didn't have the patience to argue with the Demon Lord: "Since the Demon Lord refuses to release her, I will trample your Demon Realm's royal city!"
Whether for his daughter, for Kunlun Mountain, or for the Immortal Realm, he would rather die than lose this battle.
The outside world is in turmoil, causing chaos and upheaval.
Ruoruo felt exhausted and aching all over. She vaguely saw the white-robed immortal standing in front of her, smiling gently at her. His voice was like the warm sun melting the chill: "Ruoruo, did you have a good time at the academy today?"
Ruoruo, holding back tears that threatened to spill from her eyes, stumbled and lunged forward, only to miss and fall to the ground.
Then the scene shifted again, and a huge array of runes connected heaven and earth. The golden light of the Reincarnation Realm fell on his shoulders, like a warm sun to comfort him. Mo Wuyu stood alone in the center of the array, his clothes fluttering in the wind.
Ruoruo suddenly recalled that day when they first met. Mo Wuyu stood alone by the Luoxiantai Terrace, the cold wind whipping his clothes like white clouds in the sky, like a handful of fresh snow walking alone under the moonlight.
This time, the warm sun melted the snow, and the wind blew away the clouds, leaving no trace.
A sharp pain shot through Ruoruo's chest. She clutched her clothes tightly, then suddenly opened her eyes, her immortal energy surging, blood spilling from her lips: "Elder brother..."
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