The sun sets in the west.
On the cliff.
More than four hundred people looked at the man pointing his sword at the horizon.
No way, does the Divine Child want to fight across regions?
Is this some serious risk?!
After all, this has never happened before in history!
Everyone is fighting each other in their own war zones.
Let alone cross-regional operations,
It's quite an achievement for everyone to "survive" the chaos and successfully make it through three days!
Ji Meiling's intoxicated gaze was drawn away from Mo Xie.
Looking at the crowd, her delicate brows furrowed, and she said coldly, "Didn't you hear what the Divine Child said? Line up, face north!"
"If you can't use your brain, don't overthink it. Do you think the Divine Child would harm you?"
Upon hearing this,
The scene immediately came alive.
Yeah, why think so much!
The divine son is wise and mighty, sweeping away other forces; just obey his commands.
"I will obey the divine decree!"
Xue Tian and over a hundred other disciples clasped their fists and shouted.
Mo Xie nodded calmly, lightly touched the ground with her toes, and landed at the very front of the formation.
Ji Meiling, Sima Tian, Gui Ying, and Ao Fang followed closely behind like guardians.
Full speed ahead!
"Yes, sir!"
The sun gradually set.
Hundreds of people followed behind Mo Xie, rushing towards another war zone.
The countless shadows stretched long and thin in the setting sun...
A terrifying aura emanated from this group of people, exuding a magnificent presence.
—A hundred people fighting alone are nothing but a pile of dog shit compared to a hundred people with a strong sense of unity, while the latter will unleash unimaginable power!
...
dawn.
It was getting dark.
Mo Xie and the others finally arrived at another war zone.
At their speed, they had been running at full speed all night long.
It is conceivable that
How far apart are the various war zones?
This war zone is a desert.
As soon as we arrived.
Mo Xie then waved his hand and whispered, "Are you all ready?"
"Ready!"
Everyone was filled with excitement.
after all,
After sweeping through one war zone, they then move on to fight across other regions.
This is unprecedented!
in other words,
They made history!
A gust of sand blew by, causing Mo Xie to squint slightly. "Ji Meiling, Ao Fang, Sima Tian, Gui Ying, and Xue Tian, as your leaders, you must each keep your subordinates in check."
"The strong should lead the charge, the weak should provide support, and the formations must not be disrupted!"
Ji Meiling and the others replied, "Understood!"
Mo Xie nodded, raising his voice slightly, "Kill them all! Charge!"
"Understood!" the crowd shouted.
boom!
It was like a giant beast rushing into a stream.
Led by Mo Xie, more than four hundred people began to rampage through this desert war zone...
"Ah! Which faction do you belong to?"
"No, you're not from this war zone!"
"Here's your identity jade token, please stop hitting me, waaaaah..."
"I surrender! Our banners are..."
"..."
Today is the last day.
After two days of chaotic fighting, the remaining forces in this war zone were all severely weakened.
How could they possibly withstand Mo Xie's formidable and powerful force at its peak!
It's like a little white rabbit seeing a big tiger.
They were routed in a single encounter and surrendered without resistance.
Even some of the weaker forces were completely stunned on the spot...
Time passed second by second.
The sun rose faintly in the east, then hung high in the sky, and finally set towards the western mountains...
Mo Xie led his disciples.
Like a raging beast, it rampages and crashes about.
When encountering the weak, they sweep them away like grass being cut by a sickle;
When faced with a powerful opponent... they are nothing more than a few blades of grass. The sickle remains sharp; it just takes a little more effort!
certainly,
It wasn't like none of our disciples were eliminated.
but,
Thanks to Mo Xie's skillful command and reasonable formation, which used order to counter disorder,
The casualty ratio reached an extremely small number!
As the sun gradually set, the footsteps of night had already touched the ground.
The three-day team battle of the Demonic Cultivation Tournament is about to end!
On this day,
Mo Xie led his disciples in a fierce battle, cutting through the entire war zone!
While some were certainly lucky enough to survive, most of the forces were eliminated by the Demon God Temple.
The wind and sand filled the sky, creating a desolate atmosphere amidst the embers of Xuan Yang.
Moye's robes fluttered in the wind and sand.
His voice was tinged with undisguised exhaustion, "Thank you all for your help, I declare...we have won!"
"oh!"
Hundreds of people immediately cheered.
Needless to say, the disciples of the Demon God Temple were so excited that they were crying and rolling on the ground.
Even the "captives" of third-rate forces were infected by the atmosphere, dancing with pride.
perhaps,
Following a wise leader is truly a very enjoyable thing.
They don't know it now.
Years later, this brief period will bring them a lifetime of honor.
"May the Divine Child be victorious!"
"The Son of God is wise!"
"Our Demon God Temple has won!"
"..."
A deafening cheer erupted from the crowd.
Looking at Mo Xie ahead, Ji Meiling smiled enchantingly.
Then he untied the dragon bone whip from his waist and gave it a gentle shake.
The whip then wrapped around Mo Xie's waist as gently as a water snake.
With a gentle pull, Mo Xie's body fell backward.
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