Chapter 443 – Mu Lin: Who Dares Claim Invincibility Before Me?

Slaughtering eight million demonic fiends in a single day—such a terrifying rate of carnage not only stunned the watching foreign races and ghosts but also left the other observing legions utterly astonished.

“Hiss… The Agricultural Militia, the Black Fiend Legion, and the Thunderclap Legion—are they really this strong when united?”

“This doesn’t make sense. If they were this powerful, how were they beaten so badly by the demonic fiends before, losing so much territory? Surely they couldn’t have been acting all along?”

“Acting is impossible.”

Some found it hard to believe, while others discerned something deeper:

“Previous defeats and current victories indicate that a variable has emerged within the Agricultural Militia and the Black Wraith Army. Over the past few months, none of the Three Great Legions have seen an Earth Immortal advance to Celestial Master. Therefore, the only variable worth noting… is Mu Lin joining them.”

“Mu Lin, that world’s number one, the peerless prodigy? But no matter how strong he is, he couldn’t possibly turn the tide for the Three Great Legions single-handedly, could he? That’s a land spanning thousands of miles.”

Limited by their perspective and previously formed worldview, some refused to believe that Mu Lin alone could reverse the situation.

Yet others acknowledged this possibility.

“Why not? Just because you can’t do it doesn’t mean others can’t—especially when Mu Lin is universally recognized as the world’s top prodigy, a once-in-a-millennium genius. His abilities are beyond ordinary imagination. I find it perfectly reasonable that he could turn things around.”

With the facts laid bare before them—the Three Great Legions truly having slaughtered eight million demonic fiends—those who believed Mu Lin had changed everything gradually gained the upper hand.

At the same time, the retreat of the demonic fiends and Mu Lin’s various extraordinary abilities led some legions to a startling realization.

“Good heavens, they killed so many scum in just one day… In this campaign, could the Black Fiend Legion, the Thunderclap Legion, and the Agricultural Militia actually succeed?”

This statement stirred excitement among many.

“If they succeed, that would be wonderful. A land of purity would emerge in our Northern Wastelands.”

“Not just one. If the Black Wraith Army and the Thunderclap Army cleanse their territories of evil spirits, they’ll free up resources to support other regions.”

The more they thought, the more excited the cultivators from Tianwu City’s other legions became.

They realized that Mu Lin had revitalized the Black Wraith Army, the Thunderclap Army, and the Agricultural Militia. If these Three Great Legions gained spare capacity to provide support elsewhere, the entire situation in the Northern Lands could be revitalized.

“No, no—they wouldn’t even need to send support everywhere.”

“Our Frostwind Legion is no weaker than the Black Fiend Legion. If they can exterminate the demonic fiends with Mu Lin’s help, so can we!”

“As long as Mu Lin comes, our clear sky will arrive!”

“Exactly. Mu Lin—he is the key to everything!”

The liaisons from Tianwu City’s various legions were already contemplating how to win Mu Lin over after the battle.

But those thinking of post-war recruitment were already a step behind.

Many legion strategists, their eyes gleaming with insight, were preparing to report to their commanders, urging them to offer support while Mu Lin was still fighting.

“Cleansing the demonic fiends is a great boon for our Northern Wastelands and for the entire Human Race… I must convince the Legion Commander to deploy troops and assist Mu Lin in purging the myriad demonic monsters and alien races.”

“In that case, once they’ve cleared the demonic fiends from their own territories and want to support other legions, they’ll surely prioritize aiding us, their comrades-in-arms!”

Some strategists focused on approaching the Three Great Legions, while others, more quick-witted, contemplated how to curry favor with Mu Lin.

“We’re too far from the Three Great Legions, and our own territory is in dire straits. Sending troops is absolutely out of the question. Is there any other way to catch Mu Lin’s attention…”

After some thought, the strategists of the Moon Gazing Legion actually came up with a plan.

“I recall that Mu Lin practices the Divine Path Method. If that’s the case, I’ll have everyone in the tribe convert to worshipping Mu Lin.”

“I refuse to believe that, if he has the capacity, Mu Lin would neglect his own believers and instead help others!”

…

Due to the overwhelming achievements brought by the Three Great Legions, the entire Tianwu City was abuzz with excitement. Many legion strategists were devising ways to ingratiate themselves with Mu Lin and his forces, hoping to secure their assistance after the war.

Of course, among them were also pessimists, those who considered themselves rational, or those who despised Mu Lin and wished to curb his expansion—Divine Path Cultivators.

It’s always your peers who wish for your downfall.

In this regard, immortal path cultivators were somewhat better off. They cultivated spiritual energy and comprehended the Heaven and Earth Laws, which had little impact on others. Even so, for the sake of spirit veins and some heavenly treasures, large-scale battles would erupt between cultivators and sects.

The competition among Divine Path Cultivators was even fiercer. Believers were limited, and devout followers could only worship one person or one pantheon.

This made all Divine Path Cultivators enemies of one another.

Being enemies, they naturally couldn’t stand to see Mu Lin prosper, believing that the battle he initiated was too hasty and reckless.

Of course, they weren’t foolish enough to oppose for the sake of opposition; their arguments were well-founded.

“You underestimate the demonic fiends too much. The Agricultural Militia achieved such great results because of their unexpected surprise attacks.”

“But the demonic fiends will eventually react. Once they gather, the Three Great Legions will face difficulties. Moreover, by then, the demonic monsters and alien races, sensing the threat, will not let the Three Great Legions go, making it impossible for them to cease fighting.”

“If they can’t stop fighting, then they’ll have to kill them all.”

Heavenly General Changsheng: “It’s not that simple. If you investigate carefully, you’ll find that aside from surprise attacks, the Three Great Legions’ victories also stem from targeting only the easier enemies. Now, what remain are dangerous foes, protected by fortresses and perilous terrain, making them difficult to deal with.”

…

What Heavenly General Changsheng said was also on the minds of some demonic monsters and alien races.

The Three Great Legions’ thunderous assault, annihilating countless enemies, indeed left many alien races and demonic beings trembling in fear and panic.

However, some alien races believed humans posed no threat to them.

For instance, the Fly-Frog Clan and the Earthworm Clan thought this way.

The Fly-Frog Clan resembled enlarged toads overall, but their backs were covered with countless pits, each harboring swarms of flies.

The two shared a parasitic relationship, and both possessed the ability to spread toxins and plagues.

As a supernatural race, after arriving in human territory, they directly transformed a swamp, filling it with toxins and poisonous mists.

The terrifying toxins were something even Cultivators could not withstand.

If the Three Great Legions sent troops to attack, they would likely collapse from the countless toxins and plagues before even catching sight of the Fly-Frogs.

Hidden within the poison pools and toxic mists, the Fly-Frogs naturally felt secure.

Feeling equally secure were the Earthworms.

These were terrifying demonic monsters resembling giant earthworms, but unlike earthworms, their mouths were lined with over a hundred thousand teeth—layer upon layer of them, capable of grinding everything to shreds.

These Earthworms were even more extreme than the Fly-Frogs. Born with the ability to burrow, they hid deep within mountains and soil.

This made it difficult for humans to capture them.

As for directly using earth-based Spells to collapse the tunnels they dug?

Leaving aside the fact that these Earthworms all possessed burrowing abilities, one point alone left the Black Fiend Legion and the Thunderclap Legion at a loss.

Those Earthworms were each adept at earth-based Spells, and the Cultivators of the Three Great Legions were not necessarily their match in terms of proficiency in such Spells.

In such circumstances, hidden beneath the earth, they naturally felt secure.

However, despite feeling secure, the sheer scale of human activity was too vast to ignore. The Elders and leaders of the Foreign Races and demonic monsters convened a meeting to discuss how to deal with the humans.

Not all members of the Foreign Races and demonic monsters were warmongers. Some Fly-Frogs preferred to do nothing and ignore the situation.

“Humans pose no threat to us. In that case, let’s stay out of this war and let humans and other Foreign Races and Evil Spirits fight among themselves. After all, those factions are all our enemies. Whoever dies is good news for us.”

Unfortunately, those who thought this way were in the minority. Most wanted to eliminate the humans entirely.

“I disagree. They’ve openly declared their intention to sweep away all Demonic Fiends. The humans’ sinister ambitions are now clear. If such humans gain the power, they will never spare us. Therefore, I believe we should not compromise. Instead, we should seize this opportunity to completely destroy them, allowing us to expand our territory in the process.”

“I agree with Third Elder. All humans deserve to die… unless, of course, they are willing to offer us a hundred thousand sacrifices every year.”

“That could be negotiated… Even if we intervene, we shouldn’t confront the humans head-on from the start. So, when the humans are locked in the fiercest battles with other Demons and Monsters, we can take the opportunity to set conditions, demanding they hand over a hundred thousand humans as livestock and sacrifices.”

“If they comply, we won’t mobilize. If they refuse, we’ll make them face enemies on both fronts.”

Fly-Frog Third Elder: “That’s a good idea, but if the humans do hand them over, will we really not mobilize?”

Fifth Elder: “Naturally… that’s impossible. Hahaha…”

Confident in their advantageous terrain, believing themselves invincible, the Fly-Frog clan was quite relaxed.

They even entertained thoughts of toying with and manipulating the humans.

Harboring such ideas, they saw no fault in their reasoning.

“Blame yourselves for acting recklessly and rashly.”

“Daring to rashly initiate a grand war, uniting all our Demonic Fiends—who else but you deserves to die!”

Even after witnessing the Thunder-like momentum of humans slaughtering eight million demonic monsters in a single day, the Fly-Frog leader still believed the Demonic Fiends would surely win.

In its view, there were many demonic monsters that humans would find difficult to deal with.

And the Fly-Frog Clan was one of them.

However, just as it was thinking this, with a “bang,” the door to their meeting room was suddenly pushed open.

A clansman rushed in, panicked and disheveled.

Faced with this scene, the Clan Head of the Fly-Frogs was initially furious—they too had an organization, with clear hierarchies and ranks.

The guard’s actions were a sign of disrespect toward him.

But before he could even utter a reprimand, the guard who had barged in cried out with a face full of terror.

“Clan Head, Elders, it’s terrible—our clansmen are dead!”

“?!”

“Who died?”

The guard’s panicked demeanor startled the Clan Head and the Elders. They believed that the deceased must have held a highly esteemed or crucial position; otherwise, the guard wouldn’t be so frantic.

In fact, the Clan Head of the Fly-Frogs was already wondering whether his own son had met with misfortune.

The other Elders were thinking the same.

‘Could someone have killed my son or daughter? If someone truly did this, I will make them suffer a fate worse than death…’

The more clever ones thought: ‘Could it be that humans have launched an attack, with elite forces infiltrating near our clan and killing the children of the Clan Head or Elders who were playing outside?’

Humans sending in elite forces—that was the worst scenario the clever Fly-Frogs could imagine.

But the guard’s next words left him and the other Elders utterly horrified.

“It’s not just one person—it’s all of them!”

“Our clansmen are almost all dead!”

“?!”

(End of Chapter)