The demons and demons on the Black Tortoise Continent were actually a branch of the human race.
Their ancestors only cultivated different cultivation methods, and after many years of hard work, they gradually formed a new race.
According to the two clans, the real Devil Clan and the Demon Clan were all very powerful. One of them could fight against thousands of troops.
However, they all lived in a higher space.
They disdained to live in such a lower plane.
That would lower their strength and cause their cultivation to degenerate.
Of course, this was all a legend and no one would care.
However, the cultivators of these races who were above the Saint Realm believed it without a doubt.
Since there was a more powerful demon race, there must be real demons and demons.
There were also humans living in other spaces.
Perhaps, the human race was the largest group and they were distributed in various planes.
Moreover, they were all races that could not be underestimated in that plane.
Mo Sihai personally led the army and stopped 100 kilometers west of Prince Nan's residence.
At the same time, the northern and eastern armies also stopped moving.
No one was willing to be the first to step forward. They all wanted to see the strength of the so-called new Prince Nan with their own eyes.
"Oh?
They all stopped? "
Zhang Xing looked at the map hanging on the wall and smiled.
"If it was just one force, I'm afraid they would have attacked long ago.
But now it's three forces. I dare say that they won't make a move within ten days. "
"Lord, what about after ten days?"
King Behemoth asked curiously.
"Hehe!
After ten days, I'll go and talk to them one by one! "
Zhang Xing smiled faintly.
The three forces only sent the vanguard army.
There was still the middle army at the back and the provisions were heavy.
Their king was in the vanguard army and no one dared to fight easily.
If they were no match for Zhang Xing, or if the other two forces suddenly joined forces to destroy one of them.
These were all very likely to happen.
War was the way of trickery!
No one knew who was secretly colluding with whom.
Therefore, they were all secretly probing and observing.
Zhang Xing did not tell King Behemoth and the others about this. It was useless to say it.
Even if the beastmen learned it, they would not be able to use it as well as other races.
They were just war machines.
Just as Zhang Xing had expected, in this strange atmosphere, on the ninth day, the three forces could no longer maintain their composure.
The spies reported that Zhang Xing ate to his heart's content and played well every day.
Every day, he would go to bed at night and wake up at dawn.
He didn't seem nervous at all.
The Qiu Family Army he had subdued was in charge of guarding, while the Orcs were in charge of supervising.
However, all of them had a lazy look on their faces.
The three Kings and their subordinates spent several days researching whether or not they were purposely setting up a formation to mislead others or if they had other motives.
They only looked down on the orc army, but they didn't have any intention of looking down on Zhang Xing.
He was able to subdue the beastmen and subdue the Totem Clan.
He had even killed Prince Nan, so how could he be an ordinary person?
If Zhang Xing were to set up a formation and wait for the enemy to arrive, he would be in a state of high alert.
Those Kings weren't that cautious.
However, after observing and analyzing for nine days, they felt that Zhang Xing did not seem to have any ulterior motives.
He had the attitude of 'I'm just like this, waiting for you to hit me.'
In fact, Zhang Xing was not what they saw on the surface.
In the past month, especially in the last nine days, he had nurtured another holy dragon.
If he had enough experience points, he would raise Saint One to level eleven.
If it wasn't enough, he would nurture another level ten holy dragon.
In the end, he didn't have enough experience points from the lottery, so he could only use the second method.
"Saint One, Saint Two, you guys should rest for a while. You've been fighting for a whole day. Aren't you tired?"
On Dragon Island, Saint One and Saint Two transformed into their dragon forms and looked at each other with bared teeth.
That's right, Saint Two was the second holy dragon that he had nurtured.