Casting the Net and Bait in Naibo Mountain
Over the past three months, Ye Xuan had indeed encountered a large number of Demonkin. On the surface, they looked no different from humans, but the targets he had chosen were all lone wolves.
Sometimes, he would come across groups of Demonkin. Out of caution, Ye Xuan would not act rashly even if he was tempted.
Stability was the most important thing. Making a fortune in silence was the way of the king!
Unfortunately, after three months of continuous hunting, the Demonkin tribes lingering in this Star Field seemed to have become vigilant. At present, Ye Xuan had been roaming the Hidden Purple Shuttle for four or five days in a row in the Star Field, but he had not come across a single Demonkin.
At the very least, they were in groups of three or five. Under such circumstances, with Ye Xuan's current cultivation and strength, he could not act at all. Otherwise, his whereabouts would be exposed!
Obviously, the disappearance of hundreds of his clansmen had attracted the attention of some Demonkin leader or commander in this area. Because of this, Ye Xuan's hunting had become stagnant!
At the same time, while Ye Xuan was gloomily controlling the Hidden Purple Shuttle to wander aimlessly around the periphery of the core of the Graveyard Star Field, somewhere in the depths of this Star Field, a Battlestar nearly ten thousand meters in diameter was quietly sailing through the vast Star Field.
The Battlestar was shaped like a beehive, and its ten thousand meters in diameter made it look like a meteor. Although it was dim and lightless, it imperceptibly exuded an aura of desolation.
This was the headquarters of the Demonkin Race in this Star Field!
The Battlestar was a weapon of mass destruction that represented the highest level of human technology. In fact, it was not a monopoly of the human race in the Third Universe.
There were also such things in the enemy camp of the human race.
After all, the entire Tianji Race was originally made up of intelligent robots with self-awareness. To a certain extent, the technological power they controlled was even more advanced than that of the human race.
Because of this, warships and Battlestars were extremely common in the First Universe.
As the frontline scouts of the Heaven's Legacy Race and the Myriad Net Federation, it was very normal for the Demon Race to possess something like a space fortress.
After all, they would have to enter wormholes to travel from the first universe to the third universe, which was occupied by the humans, other than the lengthy interstellar travel.
Without a bastion, there was no way to jump through a wormhole!
Of course, since this was the third universe occupied by the human race, the appearance of the Bastion that the Tianji race gave to the demon race's scouts must have been specially designed. It was exactly the same as the ordinary Bastions that were commonly seen in the human race's technological base.
But in reality, this bastion wasn't just a base camp for the demonkin scouts, it was a mobile prison!
Within the bastion's interior was a section of Catacombs designed to imprison the strongest of the human race, or those from other races of the Federation.
Whenever they set their eyes on something valuable in the Domain of the Graveyard, they would capture it alive and throw it into the Ten Thousand Nets in their bastions.
These experts of the human race all had special abilities in a certain field, or were the cream of the crop.
The Tianji race's purpose in capturing these elites was the same as the Myriad Net Federation's call for all the experts of the Federation to hunt down their enemies and obtain important resources.
A bastion that could rise to a height of ten thousand meters was at the Galaxy level. Even the Skyriver Star didn't have one. However, in the boundless Domain of the Graveyard, the Demon Race had a total of ten such bastions!
Every Bastion had ten thousand ordinary demons in it. Of course, there was a difference in strength between them.
The one in charge of these ten thousand ordinary Devil Dwellers was a small leader of the Devil Dwellers.
Ten planetary bastions, ten squad leaders, and a hundred thousand demon experts … This was the vanguard of the Tianji race's scouts in the Domain of the Graveyard.
Of course, apart from the small heads, there were also big heads. A big head was in charge of ten small heads and a hundred thousand demon experts under their command.
As for the commanders, they had ten squad leaders and a million demon experts under their command. They formed a tribe.
Ten tribes and ten commanders made up the entire Demon Race, which had a population of more than ten million.
However, among all the powerful Demon experts who had been stationed in the Domain of the Buried Fall all year round, there was only one who was the most powerful and had the highest status. All of the minor leaders who controlled the ten Star Forts were under his command.
This squad leader was the highest commander of the Tianji race's scouts in the third universe. His name was Ba Chai, and he was a late Blackhole Realm expert.
Among the ten bastions of the Demon Race, the one Ba Chai personally commanded was the headquarters of the Demon Race's scouts. However, that bastion, which was similar to a flagship, had always been hidden in the deepest part of the Domain of the Graveyard and wouldn't leave easily.
As for the space fortress that was slowly approaching from the distance, the leader of the Devil Cultivator was called Mount Naibo. The nearly a hundred Devil Cultivator experts that Ye Xuan had killed were all his subordinates.
The entire bastion had only about ten thousand demon experts, and over a hundred had gone missing in such a short time. This ratio had never happened before. If Naibo Shan couldn't find out the truth, he wouldn't be able to answer to Ba Chai and would definitely be punished.
Because of this, he had decided to come to this star field in person and do his best to find out the truth.
The bastion was like a nest, divided into many levels. The lowest level was the Cataclysm, and the highest level was Mount Naibo's private territory.
At this moment, Naibo Shan was sitting gloomily on a luxurious Ferocious Beast leather sofa in the inner cabin of the bastion's top floor, surrounded by demon guards.
Not far away from him, there were a few cautious Devil Cultivator Rankers standing respectfully with their hands clasped behind their backs. These guys had just finished reporting the general situation of the missing Devil Cultivator scouts, and their hearts were currently filled with apprehension.
"Specifically targeting our clansmen who are alone? If that's the case, the guy hiding in the dark shouldn't be too strong. Humph, I'd like to see who dares to treat my Demon Race as prey … "
A cold light flashed in Naibo Shan's eyes as he let out a long sigh, as if he wanted to vent all the suffocation and annoyance in his chest. After a long time, he turned his head and glanced at several of his trusted subordinates beside him, and ordered, "Set the bait. All clansmen, those who can be mobilized, take action and set an inescapable net in this star field. No matter what, we must find that demon hunter. Remember, we must catch him alive …"
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