He had heard that the Xiamang Patriarch had summoned Xiamang Guanyu back at the ancestral temple.
It was originally a fight between the crown prince and the second prince, but now the ninth prince had risen as well.
He also had a considerable advantage.
In order to obtain the throne of the Great Xia, one had to be strong enough, at least as strong as a rank five Imperial Emperor. Then, one had to build up one's own forces.
If one could win over the ministers of the Great Xia, they would be halfway there.
The rest would be decided by the Great Xia Patriarch.
What they didn't know was that the Great Xia Patriarch had already changed.
It was Yang Sanmu in disguise. If Jian Wushuang was really interested in the throne, he could ascend the throne after breaking through to the Imperial Emperor level.
There was no need for him to be the crown prince for billions of years.
Fate Suppressing City didn't look very big from the outside. It only took a few days to travel from the imperial city to the northern border.
When Xiamang Yunzhan led the army, Moro didn't remain unmoved.
The army that had been prepared long ago began to show itself.
At the border of the Great Xia.
At the muddy swamp.
The miasma was mesmerizing.
A day before Fate Suppressing City arrived, Moro's army swept over again.
Many majestic Godfiends stepped on the swamp and rushed to the battlefield.
The third city of the Great Xia was also in danger. The rank five Imperial Emperors guarding the city couldn't hold it at all.
They could only abandon the city and kill their way out.
However, the overwhelming number of Godfiends outside made them tremble in fear.
They couldn't kill their way out.
These Godfiends were all rank three Imperial Emperors. They were formed by hundreds of thousands of Daolords.
Countless majestic Godfiends. One could imagine how many experts Moro had mobilized this time.
"Quick, trap them. The rest enter the city. Don't leave anyone alive. Kill them all!" Moro's Imperial Emperor was arrogant. He crushed the body of a Great Xia Imperial Emperor with a casual claw and put it into his mouth to chew.
The city lord of the third city, the rank five Imperial Emperor of the Ruixiang Clan, was in despair.
All his subordinates were dead. He was the only one left.
"You bastards, die!" The rank five Imperial Emperor of the Ruixiang Clan turned into a dazzling sun and charged into the Godfiend army.
Everywhere he passed, everything was destroyed.
In the end, the sun gradually dimmed until it was completely extinguished.
The Third City had been conquered!
Mo Luo's army casually cleaned up the battlefield, completely destroying the foundation of the array formation in the city, and then began to retreat in an orderly manner.
Mo Luo Nation, the largest city on the frontlines.
Inside the main hall of the headquarters, a bonfire was burning.
"First Elder, the Third City has fallen!" A Rank Five Sovereign Emperor reported softly.
The emaciated old man who sat at the highest position tremblingly picked up a cup of tea and took a sip. His voice was hoarse as he said, "Have the vanguard lead the troops and retreat to the Asura Plains. The middle troops will provide cover. The leaders of the tribes at the rear will take over from the First City from tonight onwards."
"Yes!"
There were dozens of rank five Imperial Monarchs seated in the hall, but none of them made a sound.
They obeyed the Great Elder of Mo Luo and never dared to disobey him.
The reason why the Mo Luo Kingdom was so powerful today was because of the Great Elder, Qiu Ende.
According to legend, he was once a slave and was given the surname "Qiu" by his master.
His master was none other than the current Imperial Mara Clan.
However, the strongest members of the Imperial Clan were only a few rank five Imperial Monarchs.
Qiu Ende, on the other hand, was at the peak of the Sixth Stage. He had once heavily injured the Dog Emperor in the Chaos Region. His strength was overwhelming.
Yet, he was willing to assist the Imperial Mara Clan, the Luo Clan.
In the hall, apart from these rank five Imperial Monarchs, there was also a peak rank four Imperial Monarch. His body was covered in monstrous demonic flames, and his aura was powerful.
He was the absolute successor of Mo Luo, the First Prince, Rosa.
He was also the person who held the Torch Dragon's arm.
The rest did not speak, but there was anger in his eyes.
"First Elder, the Mo Luo Nation's army is now very powerful. If we retreat so far and let those tribal experts take over, wouldn't we be losing our momentum?!"
The rest secretly shook their heads.
The First Elder's eyelids drooped as he looked at Rosa. He slowly said, "Your Highness, the battle formation is not about momentum. Luck is also an unorthodox method. For example, no matter how strong Your Highness' luck is, I can still destroy it with a flip of my hand!"
"Hmph!" Rosa was not stupid. He was just dissatisfied.
With a cold snort, he turned invisible and left the hall.
How could he not know what the First Elder wanted to do? Wasn't it to preserve his strength and lure the enemy in?
The people of Great Xia were not fools. Did they really think that they would charge in and be killed by him?
The most important thing was that the First Elder was too dictatorial.
In the entire Mo Luo Nation, except for the Great Grandmother, no one dared to go against his orders.
He would rather give up his current position and have the Mo Luo Nation fully controlled by the Luo Family.
But could he reverse the situation?
He turned his head and glanced at the hall. In the end, he left with hatred and led his elites to the Asura Plains.
After the First Prince left, the First Elder in the hall was a little lonely.
The other rank five Imperial Emperors did not dare to speak.
They knew the First Elder's character.
"Give this token to the leader of the Apocalypse Tribe. The jade slip will be opened three days later. At that time, follow the instructions on the jade slip!"
The First Elder took a deep breath, and his voice sounded a little dignified.
The rank five Imperial Emperors at the side hurriedly took the token and gradually retreated.
Mo Luo's movements were very quiet, as if they were already prepared.
The elite army quietly retreated.
Only some savage tribes and slaves were left behind.
However, there were too many of them. There were hundreds of millions of them.
The Mo Luo Nation expanded its power and plundered countless slaves. The tribes that resisted were all killed and separated into slaves.
Only a small portion of them were treated as humans.
On the second day after the Mo Luo Nation's army retreated, they arrived at Fate Suppressing City.
The miasma above the mud swamp had turned blood-red.
Countless experts were moved when they saw this!
Removing the vassals was only part of the reason. The bigger reason was the Mo Luo Nation's ambition.
Buzz!
Fate Suppressing City began to expand, becoming hundreds of millions of miles wide like a war beast.
The explosive power caused the surrounding miasma to disperse, revealing the skeletons in the swamp.
It was a shocking sight!
Wu!
The bugle horn sounded, and the northern city gate opened.
Two of the four cities at the border had been conquered.
There were very few survivors left in these two cities.
"Greetings, Great Commander!"
Great General Gu Tong's face was pale. His strength had been reduced to the lowest level. There were still a few rank five Imperial Emperors and more than a thousand people behind him.
Xiamang Yun Zhan personally went up the northern city gate tower. His eyes flickered as he looked around.
"You have suffered!"
His voice was trembling. He had led troops since he was young and loved them like his own children.
When he saw this miserable state, he felt more heartache than anyone else.
"Take care of them!" Xiamang Yun Zhan waved his hand, indicating for everyone to leave.
Xuanyuan Pan and the other generals stood at the side without saying a word.
After Gu Tong left, Xiamang Yun Zhan looked at a shadow expert and said angrily, "What are you doing? Mo Luo Nation sent such a large army, but you didn't hear anything!"
"Great Commander, even the Mo Luo Emperor didn't know when the Mo Luo Nation sent out the troops. The shadow expert was unwilling to accept this, but he was also helpless.
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