The Origin World was personally created by the Devouring Demon Clan Leader. It was originally inferior to the Chaos Realm, but after absorbing two-thirds of the Chaos Realm's providence, it was superior to the Chaos Realm.
In the beginning.
The Devouring Demon Clan was the absolute ruler of the Origin World. However, as time passed and the Devouring Demon Clan had not appeared for a long time, many forces were eager to make a move. With the secret efforts of many of their compatriots in the Chaos Realm, the major forces had been waiting patiently.
Now, the Underworld Army was the first to attack and start a war with the Holy Land Army. Soon after, countless forces joined the battle.
Even the Great Snow Mountain could not stay out of it.
The primitive tribes were also watching, waiting to reap the benefits.
The entire Origin World was in chaos, but the Holy Lord was still very confident that as long as all the experts of the Holy Land were mobilized, they would definitely be able to quell the war.
They believed that the source of all this was the Underworld Army. If they killed all of them, the war would naturally end.
Therefore, from time to time, a large number of troops would be sent to the Ghost Manor territory. However, the Underworld Army was not to be trifled with. They had waited for so long and dared to fight head-on.
During this period of time, the Ghost Manor territory was in constant chaos. The experts of the Holy Land had suffered heavy casualties. Of course, the Underworld Army's method was to kill a thousand enemies and lose eight hundred of their own.
They had no choice. If they wanted to defeat the Devouring Demon Clan in their territory, they had to use such an extremely cruel method.
During this period of time, Fang Chen was not in a hurry to enter the battlefield in the Ghost Manor territory. Instead, he roamed the wilderness outside the Storm Manor and intercepted the experts sent by the Holy Land.
With his current strength, unless the Holy Lord personally intervened, no one could defeat him. As long as he intercepted the Devouring Demon Clan's troops, they would almost certainly die.
In just three months, eight of the nine troops sent by the Holy Land had been completely annihilated. There was not even any news back. For a time, the entire Holy Land was shaken.
Today.
All the experts, including the Holy Lord, gathered together to discuss this matter.
"Holy Lord, we've sent out nine teams in the past three months. Eight of them were completely annihilated, and we didn't get any news back. Only one team was lucky enough to enter the Stormy Manor, then entered the Ghost Manor's territory and joined the war. But in the end, they also died at the hands of the Underworld Army," said a general.
Strictly speaking, for the past three months, the Sacred Land had given almost zero support to the Sacred Land legions in the Ghost Manor territory.
"Who is it that is secretly intercepting and slaughtering our Holy Land's troops?" Another general asked coldly.
"Could it be a primitive tribe?"
When the words' primitive tribes' were mentioned, everyone's expression changed drastically. Clearly, they were a little worried that the primitive tribes would join the war.
Everyone turned to look at the Holy Master. He had a head full of white hair, but he was in high spirits. He exuded a cold aura, as if he was an ancient top power who had followed the Devouring Demon Tribe.
After so many years, he had already touched the threshold of Supremacy. He was only a step away from stepping into the Primal Chaos Supremacy Realm.
He vaguely remembered the supreme treasure that the Devouring Demon Clan Leader had left him. If the Devouring Demon Clan was in danger, he could use that supreme treasure to raise his fighting power to the level of a Chaotic Supreme for a short period of time. That way, he could protect the Devouring Demon Clan.
"The primitive races shouldn't be participating in the war."
The Holy Master said in a low voice. "Back then, the Clan Leader personally visited the primitive races and reached a secret agreement with them. For 30,000 chaos epochs, the primitive races can't do anything to the Devouring Demon Clan."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this.
With this agreement, the primitive races shouldn't violate it. As for the subordinate races under their command, they wouldn't be much of a threat to the Devouring Demon Clan.
"If that's the case, who is intercepting our troops?" One of the generals asked.
"Do you think it could be the person who killed the number one prodigy?" The first general suddenly said.
Everyone was shocked. After thinking about it carefully, it was possible.
First of all, the murderer of the number one prodigy had the strength to intercept the Sacred Land's troops. Second, he had killed the number one prodigy, which meant that he had become enemies with the Sacred Land. He was definitely an enemy.
"Holy Master, I implore you to join the battle."
The Tianlin general stepped forward and cupped his fists.
He was ranked third among the generals, and his strength had reached the peak of the Saint Realm. In the entire Origin World, there were less than five people who could defeat him.
"Very well, you will blend in with the troops. If you encounter him, kill him without mercy." The Holy Master had made his decision. With the chaos everywhere, it was time to show the world the strength of the Sacred Land.
Day after day.
The Tianlin general blended in with the troops and headed toward Stormwind Manor.
When they were about to reach Stormwind Manor and pass through a mountain range, the Tianlin general's lazy eyes finally turned serious. If nothing went wrong, they should be able to encounter the murderer in this mountain range.
Otherwise, once they passed through the mountain range and entered Stormwind Manor's territory, the murderer wouldn't be able to make a move.
"Everyone, keep your spirits up. We're about to reach Stormwind Manor."
The captain in the lead said loudly. Everyone hurried forward.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a dazzling light flashed and disappeared. Then, more than ten people fell into a pool of blood. The Tianlin general looked down and saw that the necks of these people had been cut by a sharp weapon.
"Sword Qi … could it be a sword cultivator?"
The Tianlin general looked around and didn't find any trace of Fang Chen. He still chose to hide.
Puchi!
With another flash of sword light, dozens of Devouring Demons Tribe members died at Fang Chen's hands.
Just like that, after five consecutive attacks, the Tianlin general finally locked onto Fang Chen's position. The Tianlin general let out a low roar and leaped to the top of a towering tree not far away.
Boom!
The Tianlin general slammed out his palm and the towering tree instantly exploded. A figure appeared out of thin air.
Bang bang bang!
Fang Chen held the long sword in his hand and kept waving it, blocking the power of the explosion.
He floated in mid-air and looked into the distance. He could clearly feel that the Tianlin general was very strong.
"It really is you."
The Tianlin general said when he saw Fang Chen. When the number one prodigy fell, someone sent a spiritual portrait back to the Holy Land. They remembered it in their minds. Now that they saw Fang Chen, they recognized him at a glance.
"You're the one who killed the number one prodigy?"
"A Holy Land general disguised himself as an ordinary Saint and hid in the battle team. What a joke." Fang Chen grinned.
He naturally knew about the Demon Devourers' Holy Land very well. He knew the appearance of the Holy Lord and the various generals like the back of his hand.
"Since you know that I'm the Tianlin general, you should be able to guess your fate, right?" The Tianlin general sneered.
Fang Chen shrugged, his battle intent erupting.
"I wonder how strong the generals of the Holy Land are?"
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