Chapter 2145: This Time We Must Avenge Our Previous Defeat
Lin Moyu didnât know Little Bullâs inner thoughts. At this moment, the Giant Crocodile Beastâs screams were becoming weaker and weaker.
Finally, the Skeleton King cut off its head and threw it into the containment formation.
The number of giant beast corpses in the containment formation was already uncountable, at least several hundred thousand.
But for Lin Moyu, even this number was far from enough.
"Little Bull, go bring another Transcendent realm beast here."
Lin Moyu issued a new order, and Little Bull immediately went to find the nearest Starry Sky Beast.
The next Starry Sky Beast was very far away and would take some time to reach.
Lin Moyu wasnât in a hurry. He controlled the Bone Hell to continue devouring Starry Sky Beasts.
The Bone Hell had reached Divine Venerable Rank 9, with its range and power greatly increased, making it more efficient.
However, the difficulty of further improvement had also increased significantly.
Even after devouring a Transcendent realm beast, it only increased a tiny bit.
Lin Moyu felt that he would need to devour at least 100 million Divine Venerable realm Starry Sky Beasts to have a chance of advancing the Bone Hell again.
After the next advancement, he wasnât sure if it would reach half-step Transcendent or directly reach the Transcendent realm.
Based on past experience, the possibility of directly reaching the Transcendent realm was low.
The gap between Divine Venerable and Transcendent was huge and not easy to cross.
Lin Moyu continued sweeping through the boundary area like this, leaving silence and sleeping beasts wherever he went.
Two months later, Little Bull brought back another Transcendent realm beast.
Soon, Lin Moyuâs containment formation had another piece of Transcendent realm flesh.
Little Bull received a new task and continued to search for Transcendent realm Starry Sky Beasts.
Little Bull was very clever. Although Lin Moyu hadnât explicitly stated it, it knew what kind of beasts he wanted.
So it always brought back Starry Sky Beasts that hadnât awakened intelligence.
Years passed, and while Lin Moyu controlled the Bone Hell to devour beasts, he also multitasked, continuing to draw large numbers of runes to fill the treasure shipâs warehouse.
The types of runes were diverse with all kinds of strange effects. Lin Moyu tried to prepare as many as possible for any future needs.
In the new military camp of the Hundred Race Alliance, orderly shouts could be heard.
The cultivators of the Hundred Race Alliance were engaged in duels, which were called friendly exchanges.
After nearly thirty years, the morale of the Hundred Race Alliance had somewhat recovered.
The armies from other battlefields had all been withdrawn and combined into one, with a total force exceeding 2 billion.
Adding the subsequent troops from various races, the total force should be around 2.5 billion.
There were over 150 Transcendent realm experts.
This enormous number made many regain confidence.
Especially two years ago, when the Abyssal Demon Lord finally recovered from his injuries and returned, declaring that in the previous battle, it was because of a problem with his magical treasure, not because he was inferior to the human race.
The Black Gold Saint Venerable also claimed to have brought a treasure that could compare to the human raceâs War God Spear.
The Blood Bull Saint Venerable likewise claimed to have taken out an ancestral treasure with immense power, capable of killing a Saint Venerable.
Moreover, the number of Saint Venerables on the Hundred Race Alliance side had now reached six, greatly boosting the armyâs confidence.
Over these thirty years, the Black Gold Saint Venerable had come up with an idea.
He set up numerous arenas where cultivators from various races could engage in friendly exchanges.
Of course, they couldnât fight to the death, only competing in skill without risking lives.
Many cultivators from different races gradually became familiar with each other through these duels, and relationships improved.
As a result, the armyâs combat power increased somewhat, and attention was diverted from their previous defeat.
After thirty years, the armyâs morale had finally fully recovered.
In the palace, several Saint Venerables sat in the center, with 150 Transcendent realm experts distributed around them.
The Abyssal Demon Lord said, "Thanks to the Black Gold Saint Venerableâs idea, morale has been restored."
The Black Gold Saint Venerable said calmly, "Itâs nothing, and not that important. Iâve always felt that what truly determines victory or defeat is not them, but us."
The Abyssal Demon Lord grunted in agreement, "Last time, there was a problem with my magical treasure. I underestimated the Supreme-grade treasure, leading to backlash, but it wonât happen again."
"If I encounter her again, I will certainly be able to kill her."
The Black Gold Saint Venerable clearly didnât fully believe the Abyssal Demon Lordâs words and said calmly, "Letâs hope so. When do you all think we should engage in battle again?"
Over these years, the battles with the human race had never stopped.
However, they were all small skirmishes, with no major frontal battles.
The Hundred Race Alliance had retreated, and the human race pressed forward, resulting in constant small conflicts.
The Black Gold Saint Venerable was now referring to a major frontal battle. He knew very clearly that if they couldnât defeat the human race in a frontal battle, they would inevitably lose this war if it continued.
The Abyssal Demon Lord didnât directly answer but said in a low voice, "Thirty years have passed, and the Ghost Race hasnât appeared again, and the Starry Sky Giant Tree has also disappeared. With these potential threats unresolved, I still feel uneasy."
The other Saint Venerables also had headaches about this. The Ghost Race appeared and disappeared mysteriously, and they could never find any traces.
As for the Starry Sky Giant Tree, no one knew why it had attacked them, and why it specifically targeted the weak.
Afterwards, even the Starry Sky Giant Treeâs traces were lost, making it impossible to track.
These two issues were like thorns in their throats, making it difficult for them to feel at ease.
However, the Abyssal Demon Lord continued, "It doesnât matter. We havenât been idle these years. The barriers of various races have all been upgraded. If the Ghost Race dares to appear again, they will certainly be detected."
The Abyssal Demon Lordâs promise might not be effective, but it was better than nothing.
The Black Gold Saint Venerable said, "Thereâs another matter. In the previous two major battles, the human race was missing someone."
"Who?"
Everyone looked over, and the Black Gold Saint Venerable said, "Lin Moyu."
"Iâve studied Lin Moyu. His techniques are actually very suitable for large-scale battles. If he were to act, it would be a great help to the human race, significantly reducing their casualties."
"But in the previous two times, Lin Moyu never appeared. No one knows what heâs been doing."
The Saint Venerables and the surrounding Transcendent realm experts, even if they hadnât encountered Lin Moyu personally, had all heard his name and knew about his undead army.
If the undead army were to act, it would indeed greatly reduce human casualties.
But he didnât act, which was very strange.
The Blood Bull Saint Venerable asked, "Could he be in secluded cultivation?"
No one objected to his words. Thinking about it, this seemed to be the only reason.
It was normal for a period of seclusion to last several decades or even over a hundred years.
However, the Abyssal Demon Lord, who had dealt with Lin Moyu the most, always felt that this matter wasnât so simple.
He was wary of Lin Moyu. He had tried to kill Lin Moyu several times before but failed. Lin Moyuâs intelligence made him feel thorny.
He said in a deep voice, "If Lin Moyu appears on the battlefield, we must kill him immediately."
As he spoke, his gaze swept over the seated Transcendent realm experts, "Everyone, please remember this. If you see Lin Moyu, kill him immediately!"
All the Transcendent realm experts nodded. They could hear that the Abyssal Demon Lord wasnât joking.
The Blood Bull Saint Venerable laughed deeply, "Abyssal Demon Lord, arenât you being too cautious? Lin Moyu is just a Divine Venerable. Is it necessary to make such a big fuss?"
The Abyssal Demon Lord shook his head, "You donât understand!"
The Blood Bull Saint Venerable was about to say something more when suddenly a bright red light exploded in space.
Everyone simultaneously looked towards the distance, their gazes penetrating countless miles to see the situation far away.
The Abyssal Demon Lord said in a low voice, "The human army has moved. Prepare for battle!"
"This time, we must avenge our previous defeat!"
As the order was issued, the army immediately began to move.
Vast auras rose to the sky, emanating boundless killing intent.