Feng Wuchen couldn't help but be shocked by Mo Qi's words.
"Bring Chi Yuan and Xing Tian out."
Mo Qi really did give the order to release them.
"Yes!" One of the clansmen said respectfully.
"There must be a reason for his actions." Feng Wuchen frowned slightly. He didn't believe that Mo Qi would really release them, and he didn't believe that Mo Qi would really treat him as a Great General.
Not long after, the Immortal Artifact Pavilion, Bei Xuan Faction's upper echelons, and many experts really did come out of the palace.
"Great General, the people you want are here. You may leave." Mo Qi smiled at Feng Wuchen.
Hearing this, Xingtian Faction's Sect Master, Chi Yuan, and the others looked at Feng Wuchen strangely.
What in the world was going on?
For a moment, Yuntian Palace became very quiet and filled with a strange atmosphere.
"What is he trying to do?" Feng Wuchen really couldn't guess what Mo Qi was trying to do.
The heavily injured Chi Yuan, Xing Tian, and the others all moved closer to Feng Wuchen. Mo Qi and the other Demons didn't stop them.
"Great General, there's no need to worry." Seeing Feng Wuchen's strange expression, Mo Qi smiled. "Great General, feel free to take them away. I won't stop you. But Great General, please don't bite the hand that feeds you."
"Master, what's going on?" The heavily injured Chi Yuan asked curiously.
"Let's go back to Dragon Temple." Feng Wuchen whispered. He didn't know what Mo Qi was trying to do, but he had to be vigilant.
"Master, you must be careful."
Chi Yuan and the others did as they were told and returned to Dragon Temple through the teleportation formation.
After everyone left, Mo Qi still didn't make a move. This made Feng Wuchen even more curious.
"Great General, please." Mo Qi made an inviting gesture.
"Could this guy have done something to Chi Yuan and the others? He's not afraid of Wild Leopard at all. Could the Demon Lord be in Yuntian Palace? "Feng Wuchen guessed.
But Feng Wuchen didn't think too much about it. He didn't make a move, either. After that, he left Heavenly Cloud Palace with Mad Leopard.
Feng Wuchen had never thought that he would be able to save the people of Immortal Artifact Pavilion and Bei Xuan Faction so easily. Everything had gone too smoothly, so smoothly that Feng Wuchen found it hard to believe.
"Guardian, are we really going to let them go just like that? I'm worried that the Devil King will blame us, "a Divine Transformation Realm expert asked doubtfully.
"This is Lord Devil Monarch's intention. First, give them some hope before ruthlessly shattering it. Only then can we make them feel fear from the depths of their souls. Right now, we should let them linger on while at death's door. If we directly kill them, that would be meaningless." Mo Qi laughed evilly.
Mo Qi paused for a moment and continued, "Lord Devil Monarch has broken out of the seal. This means that the entire continent will belong to our devil race. It makes no difference whether we release these pieces of trash or not. Because they'll die sooner or later!"
"So that's how it is. As expected of Lord Devil Monarch." That person laughed evilly.
Mo Qi said disdainfully, "Making an enemy out of Lord Devil Monarch is simply courting death. It's really a pity for such a powerful genius. Humans are really stupid."
"Pass down the order. Let the clansmen build the devil race palace with all their might. Clean up the Tyrant Region with the fastest speed and prepare to welcome Lord Devil Monarch!" Mo Qi ordered.
"Yes!" Everyone received the order respectfully.
.....
Dragon God Temple. After the great battle, its vitality was greatly damaged.
Countless cultivators in the three major regions died tragically. Moreover, many cultivators were captured to the devil race. It was unknown whether they were dead or alive. There were also many cultivators who were used as slaves by the devil race.
Countless cultivators fell into an abyss of suffering and could be killed at any time.
Tyrant Region and Northern Xuan Region were conquered. More than half of Wuji Region's forces were also conquered by the devil race. Now, only Dragon God Temple was left.
The imposing Dragon God Temple had already lost its former glory.
The upper echelons of the various major forces of Dragon God Alliance gathered at Dragon God Temple. There seemed to be a lot of people, but the palace was filled with a heavy aura.
"Temple Master, what should we do next?" Tian Xianzi asked.
Yun Youzi said solemnly, "Although the devil race army has retreated, the great battle has just begun. When they gain a foothold in Tyrant Region and Northern Xuan Region, we will no longer exist."
"The academy's students have been harmed by us." Wang Jiuchong blamed himself. He felt very guilty.
"Everyone, go back and recuperate," Feng Wuchen said. He couldn't give everyone a definite answer, nor did he know how to answer.
"Brother Feng." Ling Xiaoxiao looked at Feng Wuchen with heartache. She knew that Feng Wuchen was under a lot of pressure, but she couldn't do anything to help.
Feng Wuchen left the main hall with heavy steps. Everyone looked at Feng Wuchen's back view. They were touched, impressed, grateful, and gratified. They were speechless for a long time.
The battle with the devil race was temporarily stopped.
The upper echelons of the various forces of the Dragon God Alliance entered Ninefold Cosmos Pagoda to recuperate and cultivate.
On the peak of Dendi Mountain, Feng Wuchen looked at the distant sky alone with a complicated expression. No one knew what he was thinking.
"The power of the god race." Feng Wuchen clenched his fist. It was unknown whether it was out of hatred or desire.
The desire to obtain great power was getting stronger and stronger. It was like a storm that exploded in Feng Wuchen's body.
"Am I a descendant of the god race?" Feng Wuchen was getting more and more suspicious of his identity.
Feng Wuchen sat down cross-legged and took a deep breath. He tried his best to calm himself down and entered a state of cultivation.
What Feng Wuchen needed the most now was time. He needed to race against time to cultivate. He needed to raise his cultivation as fast as possible.
"Master."
Time passed day by day. After an unknown period of time, Yan Long's figure flashed over.
"What's the matter?" Feng Wuchen asked calmly. He opened his eyes slightly.
"The Heaven Devouring Tiger sent news. Long Tianzhan and the rest have recovered from their injuries. They are now heading to the Rakshasa Race," Yan Long said respectfully.
Pausing for a while, Fiery Dragon continued, "The Demon Clan has built the Demon Clan's palaces in the Tyrant Territory and the Northern Xuan Territory. All the big forces have become the Demon Clan's palaces. Cultivators of the continent have become the Demon Clan's slaves.
Yan Long's words were undoubtedly saying that the devil race had taken root in the mainland. The Tyrant Domain and Northern Xuan Domain had completely become the devil race's territory. The cultivators of the mainland would live in hell.
"I understand." Feng Wuchen continued to close his eyes. He seemed to have guessed such an outcome.
After half a month, the upper echelons of the various forces of the Dragon God Alliance had recovered. However, this half a month also gave the devil race a chance.
Apart from the Star Boundary in the Wuji Domain, the Western Domain, Mirage Sea Realm and other regions were all occupied by the devil race.
The continent's countless resources were occupied by the Demonic Tribe, which was several times more than the continent's. In this way, the Dragon God Alliance's cultivation resources would be greatly reduced. Even if Feng Wuchen was an Alchemy Emperor, he wouldn't be able to refine medicinal pills without medicinal herbs.
The hope of the mainland was getting slimmer and slimmer. More and more people were starting to give up.
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