This time, Mo Nian led his men to attack. Instead of assaulting the City of Wrongful Death, he ordered the Mohist disciples to shoot arrows wildly from the perimeter, killing some Undying Clan experts before fleeing.
This time, Mo Nian killed the Undead Clan completely off guard. They had originally thought Mo Nian would only come to cause trouble after everyone had entered meditation.
But unexpectedly, Mo Nian didn't play by the rules. The next day, he launched a surprise attack, killed a few people, and then disappeared without a trace, infuriating the Undead Clan warriors' faces turning green.
In the days that followed, Mo Nian would come once every three or two days, sometimes every six or seven days, and sometimes two or three times a day.
Each time, they would launch a sneak attack and then flee. The Undead Clan experts couldn't even touch their hair, while neither the Dragonblood Warriors nor the Mohist disciples were killed, but the Necromancer Tribe warriors suffered heavy casualties.
Although not many died each time, no matter how many people there were, they couldn't withstand such a sneak attack. Watching the number of powerful warriors dwindle bit by bit, the Undying Clan warriors were furious and powerless.
They also tried to launch a surprise attack on the Tianwu Continent, but Mo Nian and the others were guarding the entrance. The Dragon Blood Legion held the front, while the Mo family disciples fired arrows from behind. The exit was tightly guarded, and if they wanted to break out, they would have to pay a heavy price.
But even if he rushed out, what difference would it make? If Mo Nian activates the Zhongzhou Cauldron and seals the entrance, wouldn't they also become trapped turtles in a jar? Even their ancestor was slain once. Once they left, they would never return.
"Do you still want to cultivate?" The Undying Clan powerhouses were so angry their livers hurt.
It's been almost a month, and the City of Wrongful Death hasn't calmed down. Mo Nian comes to cause trouble every few days, waking the Undead Clan experts from their cultivation and seriously slowing down their progress.
Now, a Dragon Blood Legion and the Mo Family Army have held them back, even though on the surface everyone seems to be at a disadvantage.
But in reality, the Tianwu Continent is not just about the Dragon Blood Legion; behind them are countless disciples quietly cultivating. No one disturbs them, and they are rapidly improving. This poses a huge threat to them.
"We want to cultivate too, but you won't let us cultivate. What can we do?" Mo Nian shrugged, showing helplessness.
"From now on, shall we temporarily stop fighting?" The Undying Clan finally gave in, unwilling to continue with Mo Nian and the others.
"Stop, how can you stop? You could ambush us at any moment. You bunch of untrustworthy people—how could we trust you? Mo Nian sneered.
"We swear with the Undying Spirit that within half a year, we absolutely will not invade the Tianwu Continent. How about that?" said the Undying Clan powerhouse.
Mo Nian sneered inwardly. Are the Undead Clan all rotten peaches in their minds? Half a year from now, you'll come back to torment us again?
Half a year might be an extremely critical number for the Undead. That powerful undead member had revealed secrets that he himself did not know.
"That works. Then let's take a six-month truce. In half a year, we'll meet again." Mo Nian said decisively.
"No, words are useless. You have to swear an oath." The Undead Clan experts clearly didn't trust this smiling guy; he was clearly the kind of person who was especially shameless.
"Very well, I swear in the name of Long Chen, the strongest young generation on the Tianwu Continent. If I break this oath, Long Chen will be struck by five bolts of lightning." Mo Nian vowed with absolute confidence.
Seeing Mo Nian's serious expression, Gu Yang and the other Dragon Blood warriors almost burst out laughing.
And even five thunderbolts—it seems that every time Long Chen faces a tribulation, the five thunder strikes are just appetizers. When has Long Chen ever cared about this thing?
But those Undying clan experts didn't understand this. Within the Undying clan, there was also a thunderbolt—a deadly punishment prepared for disrespecting the Heavenly Dao.
Seeing Mo Nian's "venomous" oath, the Undead immediately retreated. They thought they could finally catch their breath, but just half a month later, Mo Nian broke the promise and, together with the Dragonblood Legion and Mo family disciples, launched another surprise attack on the City of the Wronged Death.
Because the City of Wrongful Death had completely relaxed, Mo Nian had infiltrated the core area this time. What shocked Mo Nian was that the core of the city actually contained a tower tens of thousands of miles away. The tower had nine levels, and within each level, countless Undying Clan disciples were cultivating.
Outside the tower, a sea of people formed, each sitting cross-legged around the ancient tower. The powerful figures surrounding the tower alone numbered in the hundreds of millions.
Even Mo Nian, who was bold beyond words, was so frightened by the scene before him that his hair stood on end. How could there be so many powerful warriors in this generation of the Undying Clan?
Seeing such a terrifying scene, Mo Nian prepared to unleash his ultimate move, trying to kill some while they were off guard.
But as soon as his aura moved, it was locked onto by a terrifying powerhouse. Mo Nian had only time to unleash a strike that shook the heavens, stirring the laws of the Heavenly Dao, awakening these people from their cultivation and interrupting them once again.
"Kill him."
Ye Ming let out a furious roar and charged out from the top of the tower, the first to attack Mo Nian. When Mo Nian saw Ye Ming, he was startled.
Ye Ming had already advanced to the seventh level of Fusion Heaven, while Mo Nian, supported by Long Chen Pills, had only advanced to the third level. His cultivation was at the early stage, while Ye Ming had advanced to the late stage.
Mo Nian thought of that giant tower and the undying disciples inside, and suddenly understood that the reason Ye Ming was cultivating so quickly must be related to these billions of Undying clan disciples.
At the same time, Mo Nian finally understood why that Undying Clan powerhouse only needed half a year. At this speed, Ye Ming probably wouldn't even need half a year to begin proving himself emperor.
Gathering the power of the entire world to pave the way for one person, Ye Ming now possessed overwhelming momentum. With a wave of his hand, black energy surged across the sky, and his giant hand shattered the void, reaching out to grab Mo Nian.
"Long Chen's defeated subordinates have no right to fight you, Master Mo."
Mo Nian snorted coldly, the Central State Cauldron above his head glowing, tearing through the void and vanishing in an instant.
"Boom boom boom... Explosions
rang out continuously in many corners of Wangsi City. It turned out that the Dragon Blood Legion and Mohist disciples had infiltrated and placed explosive orbs crafted by Guo Ran throughout the area.
Mo Nian secretly infiltrated the core area alone. As soon as Mo Nian made his move, they all fled. After they left, the explosive spheres shattered with a thunderous crash, hundreds of blasts exploded, shaking the entire City of Wrongful Deaths and shattering space.
With space unstable, even Fusion Heaven Realm experts wouldn't dare to break through the void, fearing that if they accidentally plunged into the spatial turbulence, it would mean a graveless death.
"Bastard, I'll go kill him." Ye Ming was furious. Mo Nian caused trouble again and again, wishing he could bite Mo Nian to death.
If it weren't for Mo Nian, he might have already entered the Eighth Heaven. Just as he moved, he was suddenly grabbed by a withered hand like a tree branch, and the Ghost Officer appeared.
"Don't lose watermelons and pick up sesame seeds; small regrets ruin big plans." Gui Si shouted coldly.
Ye Ming's face darkened. He had no choice but to suppress his anger and return to the top of the tower to continue cultivating. However, he had just lost his true rage and was unable to get into a state of state for the moment.
The Ghost Division said to an elder of the Undying Clan, "Since it's already exposed, organize thirty million disciples specifically to defend it. Even if it costs us our lives, we can't let them continue to interfere."
Hmph, even if they let them kill you, how much could they really kill? The Tianwu Continent won't survive much longer. "
Gui Si looked toward the direction of Tianwu Continent, a trace of mockery appearing in his eyes as he turned aroundTurning his face, a bloody wound appeared on his face—a sword scar.