The group advanced quickly after making their way around the Evil Demon Base. The closer they got to the Moon River, the more Evil Demons there were patrolling the area. As a precaution against accidentally exposing their passage, Yang Ling decided to put away the Twin-legged Flying Dragons, the Horned Bee Beasts, and the Vampire Bats. He led the group rapidly through the forest using his Tree Eyes ability, which now had a large radius.
Using Divine Knowledge to scan a large area would attract the attention of high-level Evil Demons, but the Tree Eyes ability was different. He could detect movements in the forest around him without anyone realizing it.
As they traveled, Abyssal Demons weren’t the only thing that Yang Ling’s group encountered; they also ran into various powerful fighters from time to time. Some of those powerful forces moved only through the fog at night, while others banded together and broke through the patrolling Abyssal Demons with speed and force. Some of the beings that Yang Ling sensed had abilities that were deep beyond comprehension, and they traveled as they wished. Any Abyssal Demons who stepped forward to stop them were killed instantly.
Even though Yang Ling had grown strong, he avoided conflicts unless he absolutely had to fight. Whenever his group came across a large band of Evil Demons, they would hide or travel around the demons. They would only attack without hesitation when they encountered five or fewer Evil Demons. Then Han Sen’s people would dig out their divinities and tamper with their souls.
After five days, Yang Ling and his group had sneaked into the area around Moon River without much trouble. He had over two hundred divinities of Abyssal Demons within his Space Ring. Several lone Evil Demons had been killed before they even had a chance to react.
After sneaking into a lush forest, Yang Ling suddenly stopped in his tracks. “Stop, there’s no way to sneak forward anymore!”
The primordial forest around them spanned tens of thousands of miles. According to the map they obtained in the Astonvela Manor, this forest ran all the way into the shore of the Moon River. Originally, Yang Ling had wanted to sneak all the way there without attracting attention. However, the Abyssal Demons had come up with a countermeasure. In order to prevent anyone from passing through this forest unseen, they had cleared a belt of land near the Moon River and stationed a large army to defend it.
Even a mosquito sneaking in could be clearly seen, much less a living person!
“My Lord, what do we do?”
Looking at the cleared land not far away, then seeing the large teams of Evil Demons pacing around the area, the Blood Angel Ophilia was overcome with worry. After getting into the Demon God Battle Formation, their group had no problems dealing with two small teams of Evil Demons at once; however, things would go very poorly for them if they were surrounded by hundreds or thousands of Evil Demons!
“We should charge! Storm their defenses, bash in their brains, and dig out their divinities!” rumbled the battle-loving Giant Ape King with bared teeth. He waved the heavy club made out of Pure Gold Sand in his hand as he spoke.
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The group was deep in discussion. Against so many Abyssal Demons, there was no way for them to pass into the area while remaining unseen. Even the Chief Commander, the Corpse Wizard King, had no ideas for the time being.
Rustle…
Just as the Corpse Wizard King and the rest of the group were knitting their brows in search of a good strategy, they suddenly heard a faint noise coming from behind them, getting closer and closer. It was as if a Magical Beast or a human was rapidly approaching them. Yang Ling jumped into the branches of a large tree and hid. The Corpse Wizard King and the rest of the group quickly understood his intentions, following him closely as they jumped, hiding amongst the canopy.
“Brother Miller, according to the intelligence we received, the forest before us has been cleared out by the Abyssal Demons. There’s a large number of Evil Demons guarding the area. What should we do?”
“Do we have any options that don’t involve forcing our way in?”
“Stoudemire, our band of brothers has wandered within countless dimensions for so long. Aren’t you confident that we can deal with a bunch of low-level Abyssal Demons?”
Soon, a band of people entered the field of vision of Yang Ling’s group. There were both males and females, some wielding magical staffs, some holding giant axes, some carrying bows on their backs… There were twenty-five of them. They were much more powerful than Richardson and his group.
“Let’s go. Miller will open up a path, and I’ll personally defend the group. We have to move quickly!” After silently deliberating for a moment, the wanderer that seemed to be the leader of the group waved his hand and gave the order. Under the lead of a towering giant, the group quickly ran out of the forest, attracting the attention of the Abyssal Demons.
“Rodriguez, follow them!” Yang Ling leaped onto the ground, making use of the trees and rocks around him as cover as he led the group cautiously after the wanderers. With this many powerful warriors clearing the way for them, it would be much easier for them to make it over the cleared ground before them!
“Kill anyone who blocks our way!”
The towering giant named Miller let out a violent roar, cleaving an Abyssal Demon that had charged toward him into two and continuing his charge forward. The archers behind him released nine arrows in a row, piercing the heads of a few Evil Demons. The people wielding magical staffs waved their hands and collectively released a ball of green light, casting a top-notch Acceleration Spell on the group and greatly boosting their speed…
Even though there were only twenty-five of them, the wanderers launched an attack like that of a ferocious tiger, pushing forward despite the obstruction of the Abyssal Demons and arriving in the middle of the cleared land in the blink of an eye. Both the towering giant who was opening up a path and the captain defending the group displayed terrifying battle capabilities, killing even High-level Deities in a matter of seconds. Their abilities were much stronger than Yang Ling’s group had expected!
“Hehehe, leave a few behind for us to play with! Death Ripple!”
As the wanderers forced their way forward, the Corpse Wizard King let out a sinister cackle and waved his hand to release a powerful Death Ripple, which indiscriminately attacked both the Abyssal Demons and the wanderers. In that instant, the wanderers who were caught off guard trembled, slowing down enough to be surrounded by the swarm of Abyssal Demons that had just arrived. Soon, the wanderers slipped into a bitter struggle, attracting most of the Abyssal Demons in the area.
“My Lord, we can now fly directly over!” The Corpse Wizard King smiled as he looked at the undefended stretch nearby.
“Rodriguez, you seem to have become more despicable now that you are the Chief Commander of the Magical Beast Army!” Yang Ling smiled and launched into the air toward the lightly-defended area. He moved fast, cleaving a stunned Abyssal Demon in two.
“Hehehe, it’s hard not to be despicable if I am by your side!” The Corpse Wizard King led Ophilia and the rest of the group and followed closely behind Yang Ling, cackling loudly. “There would be no excitement without a despicable life. Life would be as stale as water! If I want to live on, I have to be more despicable than everyone else!”
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After killing a few ignorant Abyssal Demons who had come to stop them, Yang Ling and his group successfully made it past the heavily-guarded section of cleared land, easily freeing themselves from the pursuit of a team of Abyssal Demons. At the same time, the group of wanderers who unintentionally acted as their rearguard found themselves besieged by a vast ocean of furious demons.
Whoosh…
After two hours of rapid flight, the group arrived at their destination.
There was a large snowy mountain far away, covered by clouds and fog. No one knew just how tall it was. Streams of water coursed down from the top of the snowy peak, gathering to form the notorious Moon River of the Graveyard of Deities and Demons. The water was ice-cold and crystal-clear, and the group could sense an overbearing, chilly energy even though they were far away. Clouds of icy mist enveloped the area around the Moon River.
After the raging Moon River coursed down the unscalable snowy mountain, it took a turn at the foot of the mountain, forming a giant lake that spanned tens of thousands of miles. Within the lake was a large island on which snow fell continually. Majestic palaces could be faintly seen through the thick mist. According to the explanation from Richardson and his group, as well as the map they had obtained from Astonvela Manor, the Evil Demon Palace that could be seen on the island was the group’s final destination. The Great Black-horned Demon that was about to awaken was hiding within the palace that was massive beyond comprehension.
There were hordes of Abyssal Demons guarding the outer perimeter of the Moon River, but there were not many at the sides of the Moon River. Not only was the mist that was created by the Moon River bone-piercingly cold, but it also inflicted terrifying damage to the soul. Compared to the powerful fighters that had come from various dimensions, the Abyssal Demons who were trained in the Law of Fire suffered even greater damage in that area. Only a few high-level Abyssal Demons dressed in magical capes could get close to the Moon River. Most of the demons could only patrol at the outer perimeter and obstruct those who wanted to come in.
The mysterious, veiled Moon River finally appeared before the eyes of the group!
It was rumored that the Evil Demon Palace was guarded by a giant, ancient Magical Spell Formation. The closer they got to the island at the center of the lake, the thicker the fog that contained a Soul Attack got, and the stronger the gravity would be. Even a Divine Duty Expert with powerful abilities would find it hard to fly over. Other than trying to swim straight through the lake, their only option was to sit patiently on the shore and wait for an opportunity.
By the time Yang Ling reached the Moon River, a large number of wanderers had already gathered near the ice-cold waters. Anyone who got this far was at least a High-level Deity. Some were pale, sitting on the ground as they tried their best to defend against the Soul Attack in the mist and complaining as they saw that the mist was getting thicker and thicker. Some had powerful abilities and were getting busy around the ice-cold lake, attempting to use the time to scoop up a few valuable Moon Stones. Some were so confident in their abilities that they took the risk of swimming toward the island at the center of the lake.
