Suddenly, Zuo Mo said, "Let's do it here."
There was no harm in being careful. An Mo ordered for the scouts to increase the range of their search.
The other did not slow down at all and charged straight at them.
Was it … …
"How is the battle between Eastern Nether Mansion and the Yin Tomb Guards?" Zuo Mo asked casually. Since he had taken over this responsibility, Zuo Mo would not pass it on.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would not believe that a mo battle general could create such a meticulous and ever-changing battalion! Xiuzhe battalions were organized and paid great attention to battle formations. Only yao battalions would have such meticulous and ever-changing formations. Mo battalions did not care about formations. It was fine as long as the battle general could gather the power of his subordinates. Due to this, mo battalions had the most disorderly formations of the three races.
When he had encountered Liang Wei at Pu Pu's Home for Battle Generals, his shock and emotion could be imagined.
Zuo Mo knew that this was because they were suspicious of his strength. Zuo Mo was very familiar with the mo. The mo worshipped the strong, so every king had been one of the strongest. Shi was like this.
"Fei Lei!" Fei Lei suppressed his excitement and shouted.
An Mo was a classic battle general. He did not like to fight for power and was meticulous in carrying out his orders. His subordinates also carried on his style, acting decisively and swiftly.
It looked like this battalion was a pool of flowing mercury!
Suddenly, his expression tightened and he shouted, "Prepare to fight!"
An Mo's gaze looked towards the northwest. The scouts in that direction had sent a warning. A battalion was approaching at astounding speed!
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The pressure on An Mo suddenly increased. His expression was grave.
He had An Mo gather all kinds of heated discussions about the new Nether King. After carefully reading them, he found that the great majority of the factions were wary of his ascension. The main reason was that Shi's influence was still present and few dared to publicly disobey his orders. Privately, they still did not have high hopes.
The only names he knew of of Pu Yao and Wei's setup were Liang Wei and Fei Lei. Originally, he did not have much hope for this battalion. Zuo Mo knew how difficult it was to defend for ten years without any news.
The little black dot came quickly. In a blink, it charged in front of them!
The solemn and solemn voice that sounded like an oath came from far away in the vast wilderness.
Thousands of people shouted in unison, like thunder, causing the entire wasteland to tremble. Everyone was indescribably excited. Their eyes flashed with excitement and fanaticism. After ten years, they could finally shout out these words.
An Mo suddenly understood why the old nether king was so at ease and confident in the new king!
Even someone as strong as An Mo felt slightly weak.
Showing off his muscles?
This made him shiver in awe, but it also greatly boosted his confidence.
Looking at these faces, he controlled his doubts and solemnly made his promise, "You and I will always be together, never forsaking each other!"
A thought flashed through An Mo's mind. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw King walk out of the crowd and come to the front of the formation.
Save Pu Yao and Wei!
If Zuo Mo led Mo Cloud Sea to attack Nether Realm, that would naturally cause the resistance of all the factions in Nether Realm. But he ruled Nether Realm as the appointed successor. No one could stop him!
Many people had tears streaming down their cheeks.
They were not fools. They were not bandits.
The two stood side by side facing An Mo Battalion.
"All Hail the King!"
But every one of them, from the first day, had been told that they would fight for this person!
The general at the front suddenly dismounted. Whoosh, everyone in the battalion dismounted from their mo steeds in unison. The troop split in the middle. A yao walked out and walked next to the leading general.
That illusory figure that had appeared in their minds countless times finally became clear in front of them. All of their beliefs became tangible.
The surrounding subordinates immediately entered a state of battle.
With the King's Horn accompanying them, their safety increased greatly. An Mo did not believe that anyone in Nether Realm could defeat him, Liang Wei, and Fei Lei at the same time. However, he felt slightly puzzled because he had never heard of the names Liang Wei and Fei Lei. He only knew of Gongsun Cha's Vermillion Bird Camp and Bie Han's Sin Battalion.
Those who opposed him were like a mantis trying to stop a cart. He suddenly had a wicked thought. If those people knew that King was still the king of Mo Cloud Sea, what would their reaction be?
An Mo's battalion gaped at this scene.
They were fated to possess the glory that belonged to them!
No one could behave atrociously in front of him!
The new king did not speak much, his style was experienced, and he could not see through his strength. This shocked him. An Mo was one of the four Nether Lords, but few people knew that his strength was just below the Nether King and he was the leader of the four Nether Lords. Of the four Nether Lords, he was the only Nether Lord that had received the teachings of the old Nether King.
They thought of how Fei Lei had found them in the remote mountains and told them of the glory of their ancestors. They thought of how they had traveled like a group of beggars dressed in rags to their camp but called out a name like the King's Horn. They thought of how many layers of skin they had shed to satisfy Liang Wei before they knew what a battle battalion was. They thought of the ten years of increasingly uncertain waiting. They had clearly been robbing to survive, but they stubbornly told themselves that they were not a group of bandits, they were a battalion with faith.
Suddenly, An Mo realized a problem that even he had overlooked before. King was not as unfounded as the rumors outside said! Because he wasn't just the Nether King, he was the king of Mo Cloud Sea!
An Mo's expression turned cold. He threw all of his stray thoughts to the back of his mind. If the other entered their attack range, he would unhesitatingly give the other a heavy blow!
His eyes were stronger than everyone else's and he could see more clearly. This battalion looked unorganized but in reality, each person maintained a suitable distance from each other. Also, this was clearly a battalion that had been formed for a long time. The members had great teamwork. Each member seemed to be able to change positions as they pleased, but their teammates would unconsciously fill in for them. This instinctive movement was passed between the troops at an astounding rate.
An imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of Zuo Mo's mouth.
But even someone as strong as he could not see the depths of the new king!
Was Mo Cloud Sea really that strong?
A group of black dots appeared in the distant sky.
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The troop flew across the vast wilderness. There were few people here and they were very close to the border between Nether Realm and Hundred Savage Realm.
He really anticipated this.
To fight for the king, to regain the glory that had passed away.
An Mo's expression changed. Elite!
He was too strong! Even stronger than the old Nether King in the past!
They were the King's Horn, a battalion with faith!
Zuo Mo made a sound. He knew that Shi would definitely set up a killing move that could reverse the universe when he set up such a trap. His attention was pulled back and he started to think seriously. Since Shi had given the Nether Realm to him, he could not disappoint Shi.
Zuo Mo looked at the battalion in front of him. His emotions were stirred.
The wind was murderous and silent.
The Eastern and Western Mansions were the two mansions that had the most outstanding battle generals in all of Nether Realm.
An Mo tightly pressed down on his hand. He almost attacked. His heart jumped. Such a powerful battle general! The other clearly had seen through his attack range and had just reached the edge of his attack range.
Zuo Mo had been observing this troop from the shadows. In his eyes, An Mo's skill was very high. These guards were elites that were skilled in battle. While their shen equipment was not good, they had their own unique tactics.
The scout quickly appeared in his field of vision. The scout made a hand signal to prepare for battle, drew out an arc in the air and entered the rear formation.
He was a low-key person and did not like fighting. Even the other three Nether Lords did not know how strong he was.
An Mo was also observing the new king from the shadows.
The closer they got, the stronger the quicksilver feeling of the other's formation. Some subordinates with weaker mental fortitude unconsciously prepared to counterattack.
Two random people, a battalion that he had never heard of, were so powerful?
Seeing King sink into thought, he did not make a sound and started to patrol in secret. After all, there were only a thousand of them. Who knew if those desperate forces would take the risk.
"Liang Wei!" Liang Wei took a deep breath and said solemnly.
This was their faith.
An Mo did not hesitate in ordering the guards to stop. This guard was not large, just about one thousand people. However, all of the experts and elites of Western Jail Mansion were present.
At this time, this strange battalion suddenly stopped as though it went against common sense. It completely ignored inertia and stopped.
What responded to him was a tsunami of shouts, "All Hail the King!"
The two were excited to see Zuo Mo but the two bowed at the same time.
But this battalion completely upended An Mo's common sense. When did Nether Realm have such a strange troop?
The power that King possessed was enough to match Nether Realm.
They had never seen Zuo Mo before. They didn't even know what Zuo Mo looked like.
"Eastern Nether Mansion has been defeated, Jia Man has committed suicide!" An Mo said succinctly. He was filled with emotion. He knew that the old Nether King had made arrangements in secret. Otherwise, how could Eastern Nether Mansion have lost so easily? In terms of strength, the Yin Tomb Guards were much weaker than Eastern Nether Mansion. Eastern Nether Mansion also had more outstanding battle generals than the Yin Tomb Guards. The Yin Tomb Five Ghosts were as strong as the generals of the four mansions but that was just in terms of individual strength. In terms of commanding, they were much weaker.
"Lead the King's Horn to protect our King!" The two of them solemnly shouted in unison.
He decided to use this time on the road to solve another problem that he had pondered for ten years.
That strange feeling was so uncomfortable he wanted to spit blood.
It was the first time An Mo had encountered such a powerful battle general. While the two had not fought, he was still shocked.
Zuo Mo did not know what An Mo was thinking. He had conversed with Liang Wei and Fei Lei for a long time before he learned how difficult their lives had been in these years. Zuo Mo did not need to worry at all about the guards present.
The leading battle general had a determined expression. Looking from a distance, An Mo could feel a valiant and vicious presence coming at him.
Quicksilver flooding the ground!
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