But there was nothing they could do. They could only watch as they slid down the cliff step by step. Terror and hopelessness spread uncontrollably.
Thinking of the hard work they had put in these years, the battles, the Mo Shen Temple had continued to grow and become the strongest faction in Hundred Savage Realm. This caused the Chief Mo God to be filled with pride. He had once believed that the Mo Shen Temple was invincible! Yet when the Nether King army charged murderously, he found that the seemingly powerful Mo Shen Temple could not stop the other's advance.
Shui Yue had a small teapot in front of him. He filled half a cup and sipped at it in a leisurely and contented manner.
Any general was well aware of how dangerous this was.
His name was Shui Yue.
The two were mo gods that had ascended later and were usually close.
"But … …" Youxi Ya Ke was so frightened he couldn't speak.
"Old Four, what do you think?" The Chief Mo God turned to look at the silent fourth mo god.
He shrugged and spread his hands. He said with a helpless expression, "Of course, this is even worse for us."
The Chief Mo God swept his gaze across the hall. Compared to the past, the present Mo Shen Temple was grand and majestic, but at this time, it was cold and empty.
The Mo Shen Temple's resistance was strong. Even the Chief Mo God could not have higher expectations of this. The rule of the Mo Shen Temple in these years was popular.
"Even Lin Qian lost to Wei Sheng, I have even less of a temper. I don't like Lin Qian, but he is a true genius. A Yue, why is the world changing so quickly? " Wu Le's eyes were hazy and his expression was bewildered. "A Nether King suddenly appeared. He didn't think it was enough after making trouble in Nether Realm, and came to unite the mo. Ha, he made us so disheveled! In the end, Mo Cloud Sea and Kun Lun fought again. Wei Sheng, who hadn't been seen for ten years, is god-level now, and Lin Qian doesn't dare to show his face. Kun Lun lost face, and the people are panicking. Lin Qian is also very depressed. They are both god-level, such a great humiliation … … this world … … what is going on … … I don't understand … … "
"No matter how great it is, it cannot be like this!" Wu Le's disappointment was obvious. "It is a pity that I am still a step away from god-level. If I was as strong as Wei Sheng, our situation would be much better. "
The frontlines were not being pushed back, but there was no joy on the faces of the Demon Gods. The army led by An Mo fought steadily and pushed forward. Liang Wei and Qi Xing did not take any risks. They only continued to apply pressure and slowly squeezed their space.
The Great Demonic God's expression relaxed slightly. The fact that the others had not disobeyed his authority made him feel slightly better. He softened his tone. "I know that the casualties will be high. But this is our only chance to win. We have to let the Nether King know that the Mo Shen Temple has the determination to perish together … "
"How about we organize a counterattack?" Youxi Ya Ke glanced at the Great Demon God and asked probingly.
"The Nether King is here?" the Great Demonic God suddenly said, his voice hoarse.
"Because the seeds that germinate will grow into trees."
The Great Demonic God had once advised Wu Le to become a Battle General. With such a strong individual strength, even if his Battle General level was slightly lower, he would still be much stronger than ordinary Battle Generals.
Wu Le gulped down a few mouthfuls of strong wine. He seemed to be extremely thirsty and allowed the wine to flow down the corner of his mouth and neck. Only when his face turned red did he put down the wine jar. He murmured to himself, "Youxi Ya Ke is right, Boss has gone crazy."
A defense line that was flattened meant that the depth of the defense was smaller, and it was easier for the enemy to break through.
"I am not cut out to lead troops." Wu Le took another gulp and shook his head. "But I also know that if we do this, we will be quenching our thirst. Right now, we still have the hearts of the people, when the time comes, we will lose the hearts of the people. "
"What? You want to kill me? "Youxi Ya Ke raised his head proudly, his gaze icy." Come! "
"You are already very good," Shui Yue comforted. Ever since Wu Le had fought Wei Sheng, Wu Le had worked even harder on his cultivation. He was the fifth mo god, but he had become the strongest mo god in the Mo Shen Temple.
"What if we mobilize the entire Mo Shen Temple?" the Great Demonic God suddenly gritted out.
The difference in power between the two sides was too great.
A hint of blood appeared on the Great Demonic God's face. His eyes were like two balls of fire. "No, we will use force! All the families of the Mo Shen Temple, all the mo that cultivate shen power, regardless of gender, will go to the battlefield! We can form an army that is ten times, twenty times larger than the Nether King's army … … "
A burning flame rose in the depths of that pair of eyes that seemed to be eternally calm. He thought of the blood summons of the past, thought of the confusion and confusion of these years, thought of the seemingly endless wait, thought of the questions he would ask himself in the dead of night, thought of many things.
The Fourth Mo God was not tall, and his body looked slightly thin and weak. He had slightly messy short hair and a slightly pale face. He looked extremely delicate and did not have any of the powerful mo.
The atmosphere inside the Mo Shen Temple was oppressive.
"Yes! Only like this! We will turn the Mo Shen Temple into a hell! Drag the Nether King down to hell with us! " The Great Demonic God shouted hysterically. He waved his arms furiously as though he was filled with fighting spirit again.
Shui Yue was quiet, never made trouble, and had skill. A person like this, no matter where he was, would not be disliked.
"Ten percent." Shui Yue was still calm.
They could only watch helplessly as the other party crushed them bit by bit, but they couldn't do anything about it. As the other's army pressed down, their defense line was gradually becoming flat.
Yet Wu Le did not have any interest in being a battle general. All of his attention was on cultivation.
Compared to the Nether King, the Mo Shen Temple was too weak. The difference between the two was like an adult and a child. It was a chasm that could not be crossed.
The Great Demonic God was silent. He felt unusually bitter inside. Counterattack? What could he use to counterattack? The other battalion did not have any weaknesses. Defending the defense line was a slow suicide. But if they charged out, it was like throwing a meat bun at a dog.
The Great Demonic God's face was black, the tendons on his forehead bulging. He forced himself to endure. He knew that if he attacked Youxi Ya Ke at this time, the Mo Shen Temple would split.
This was using people's lives to fill the gap!
He was in a bad mood and had come to Shui Yue to get drunk.
If this battle really reached that level, the fatalities would be astounding. All of the mo would be greatly weakened.
Shui Yue sat motionless as he sipped. The strong wine was like fire when it entered his throat.
This was a sign of danger.
The Great Demonic God was deathly silent.
The Great Demonic God suddenly turned his face. His eyes were wide as though they were about to spit fire. He shouted angrily, "Shut up! Youxi Ya Ke! Starting from today, Youxi Battalion will be led by Second! "
In Shui Yue's yard.
"We have mobilized all of the hall." Youxi Ya Ke reflexively spoke. But then he reacted and was stunned. He looked at the Great Demonic God with a shocked expression.
Piecemeal, this was the best word to describe it.
Everyone was frightened by the Great Demonic God's crazy idea.
Then when this battle ended, the areas that the Mo Shen Temple ruled would be empty. A battle like this had never occurred before. Even the war with the xiuzhe in the past had not occurred.
"Who else has any objections?" The Great Demonic God's expression was dark.
"En." Youxi Ya Ke nodded. "He found Princess Xia and the Lan Brothers to take care of the rear. This move is beautiful. These two families are both families with long histories and deep connections in Hundred Savage Realm. If they appear, the people will be reassured. "
Shui Yue listened silently. He knew that Wu Le just wanted to find someone to talk to at this time.
The Great Demonic God had worked hard to recruit Shui Yue to the Mo Shen Temple to become the fourth mo god of the Mo Shen Temple. He wasn't just strong, he was also an outstanding battle general. This was also why the Great Demonic God placed such importance on him. In many records, it was recorded that the inheritors of the Silver Rowan Cave had also inherited the knowledge of battle generals.
"The final battle is imminent," Shui Yue was as calm as usual. He said calmly, "The enemy is about to start an all-out attack."
They were too strong!
Youxi Ya Ke sighed lightly. He was heartless, but the deep helplessness in a battle of such great power made him feel unspeakably uncomfortable.
No one would underestimate him because of his appearance. He came from a famed family. The inheritance of the Silver Rowan Cave had been recorded in ancient times. In people's eyes, he became even more mysterious.
Finishing, he didn't even look at the Great Demonic God as he turned and walked out of the hall.
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But none of the mo gods were stupid. They knew that their situation was gradually becoming more dangerous. The enemy's advance was slow but they did not give them any chance to counterattack. The enemy's wariness was as though the other was the weaker side.
"The pressure on him is too great," Shui Yue said ambiguously.
"This is just a mo civil war, we are all mo … …" Youxi Ya Ke couldn't help but say. While he came from the Mo Shen Temple and did not like the Nether King, but … …
A voice that seemed to be talking to himself sounded in the yard.
The other people were silent.
Everyone became silent.
Youxi Ya Ke's face turned white but then uncontrollable anger rushed to his face. He smiled coldly. "Ha! You are crazy! "
Wu Le took another gulp of strong alcohol and said emotionally, "Ten years ago, I lost to Wei Sheng. I hadn't thought that after ten years, not only have I not caught up, I have been pulled further away. I only have admiration. This kind of man is the model of our generation. Ten years ago, everyone said that Wei Sheng was dead. I snorted. How can a man like this die so easily? "
The mad voice of the Great Demonic God echoed in the hall.
The Great Demonic God's face suddenly became filled with killing intent.
Was this the sign of decline?
This kind of fighting method caused great pain in the Mo Shen Temple.
Shui Yue did not disappoint the Great Demonic God. He had contributed to the expansion of the Mo Shen Temple in these years.
A moment later, the Great Demonic God spoke with difficulty, "What are the chances of us holding on?"
As Wu Le spoke, his words became unclear. With a plop, he fell backwards and started to snore.
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