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Fortunately, Yang Kai returned safely.

Now that Yang Kai had appeared and led these Eighth Order masters to kill several Territory Lords, Chen Yuan and the others were convinced.

Regardless of whether or not this newly appointed Regiment Commander was young and vigorous, just his overwhelming personal strength alone was rare even among the Eighth Order Human Race.

They had never fought side by side with Yang Kai before, so although they knew he was strong, they didn't know exactly how strong he was.

Until today.

Although the only surviving Territory Lord had used all his strength, he was still suppressed by Yang Kai to the point where he couldn't even breathe. Chen Yuan and Dai Hong didn't need to be on guard at all and could only use their killer moves to join forces and attack.

With such a powerful force guarding the Mysterious Nether Territory, everyone's future would be much better.

On the side of the auxiliary battlefront, following the fall of several Territory Lords, the Black Ink Clan's army fell like a landslide. The Black Ink Clan's army fled in panic as tens of thousands of Human Race soldiers pursued them relentlessly.

On the main battlefield, the battle was extremely tense, and the Black Ink Clan had the upper hand.

However, as the sound of the first Territory Lord's death rang out in the distance, all the Territory Lords on the main battlefield felt their hearts skip a beat. No one knew what had happened, but a Territory Lord had actually fallen.

Although the distance between them was quite far and the disturbance was very faint, all of the Territory Lords had sharp senses and were naturally able to detect it.

It had to be known that the number of Territory Lords who had fallen on this side of the Mysterious Nether Region wasn't many. After several dozen years of battle, only five of them had fallen. Three of them had been killed by Yang Kai last time. If these three were excluded, the entire Mysterious Nether Army had only managed to kill two Territory Lords.

Innate Territory Lords were not easy to kill, especially when the Black Ink Clan had the overall advantage.

For this, the Human Race had paid a great price.

But today, another Territory Lord had been killed.

The Six Arms Territory Lord who was overseeing this place frowned deeply as he stared into the distance, seemingly wanting to see through the void and see what was happening.

Unfortunately, the distance was too far and he had no idea what was happening there, so he could only ask his subordinate Feudal Lord to send a message to ask about it. There was an Ink Nest on the side of the auxiliary battlefront, and although it was only a Feudal Lord-level Ink Nest, with the Ink Nest's help, the Black Ink Clan could quickly gather some information.

The death of a Territory Lord wasn't a big deal, but just as Wei Junyang had said, this Six Arms was an extremely cautious Territory Lord, so he immediately wanted to inquire about the situation on the auxiliary front.

As he waited, he looked towards the raging battlefield and swept his eyes over the Eighth Order Human Race cultivators like a poisonous snake staring at its prey.

If any of the Eighth Order masters showed any signs of weakness, he would definitely launch a thunderous attack.

Over the past few decades, he had done this many times, causing many Eighth Order Human Race masters to suffer losses, so in the entire Mysterious Nether Territory, Eighth Order Human Race masters were very wary of him.

If he really wanted to fight with an Eighth Order master, it wouldn't be a big deal. The key was that not only was this guy powerful, he also liked to play dirty.

Therefore, every time he appeared on the battlefield, the Human Race's Eighth Order would have to divert a portion of their attention to guard against him. As a result, he alone was able to restrain many Eighth Order masters.

This was a blatant scheme, and he was watching from the edge of the battlefield. The Human Race's forces were also helpless about this, as the number of Eighth Order masters they had wasn't as many as the Territory Lords', so there was no way they could take out another Eighth Order to guard against this.

On one occasion, Ouyang Lie had taken a risk and acted as if he was no match for his opponent, luring Six Arms to attack him. In the end, he was almost beaten to death by Six Arms, causing Ouyang Lie's to boil with anger. He had long ago sworn to tear this Six Amrs into ten thousand pieces to vent his anger.

As the battle raged on, Six Arms quietly waited for an opportunity.

At a certain moment, his eyes lit up as he saw an Eighth Order Human Race cultivator being besieged by two Territory Lords. Just as he was about to attack, he suddenly looked up into the sky.

On the other side… the sound of another Territory Lord falling rang out.

'Another one.'

Six Arm's expression became solemn.

The death of a Territory Lord wasn't a big deal. The situation on the battlefield was constantly changing, and if a Territory Lord wasn't careful enough, the Human Race's Eighth Order might find an opportunity to kill them. But now, a second Territory Lord fall again, which is not normal.

A powerhouse from the Human Race had come to help?

On the other side was the Mysterious Nether Territory's auxiliary battlefront. According to the information Six Arms had gathered, there were four Eighth Order Human Race masters there, while the Black Ink Clan had five Territory Lords. After so many years of fighting, each time the Territory Lords had the upper hand, the Eighth Order Human Race masters hadn't been able to kill them.

Why were there so many changes today?

Xiang Shan?

Six Arms thought of a possibility. If there was any Eighth Order Human Race cultivator he feared, it would be Xiang Shan. This fellow had been in and out of the Great Domain Battlefield many times and his movements were quite mysterious. He would often suddenly jump out and attack the Black Ink Clan's Territory Lord when the battle was fierce.

Over the years, the number of Territory Lords who had died under Xiang Shan's hand was not small, and the number of Territory Lords who had been injured by him was even greater.

But even if it was Xiang Shan who could kill a Territory Lord with a sneak attack, it was impossible for him to kill a second one! The Territory Lords were not fools. If the situation was not right, would they not flee?

Six Arms suddenly felt uneasy.

He had always been a cautious person, so any kind of accident or intel he couldn't control was something he couldn't tolerate. Now that he didn't know what was happening on the side of the auxiliary battlefront, he felt a headache coming on.

The other Territory Lords also noticed the two Territory Lords' deaths.

This caused all of the Territory Lords to be shocked, and even their suppression against the Eighth Order Human Race weakened greatly. The Eighth Order Human Race masters finally managed to catch their breath.

Many Territory Lords who were engaged in a fierce battle stared at Six Arms while Six Arms slowly shook his head. He didn't know what was happening in the auxiliary battlefront, but the only thing he was certain of was that something had happened there.

The Black Ink Clan, who was responsible for gathering intelligence, had yet to report back, so Six Arms' heart became even more uneasy. He had originally been focused on finding flaws in the Human Race's Eighth Order and waiting for an opportunity to strike, but now he was in no mood to do so.

When the sound of the third Territory Lord's death rang out, Six Arms' face became ashen.

Xiang Shan!

It was definitely Xiang Shan.

Amongst the Eighth Order Human Race, this guy was the strongest, appearing and disappearing unpredictably. Only when he went to the auxiliary battlefront would they be able to kill three powerful Innate Territory Lords in a short time.

However, with just Xiang Shan's strength alone, it was impossible for him to achieve such a feat. The Human Race should have sent more reinforcements to assist them.

Before he could finish his thought, the sound of the fourth Territory Lord's death rang out, almost exactly the same time as the third Territory Lord's death.

The auxiliary battlefront over there collapsed!

The time interval between the Territory Lords' deaths became shorter, indicating that the Human Race's advantage was growing.

However, Six Arms couldn't understand. Were the five Territory Lords there all idiots? Even if the Human Race had powerful reinforcements, even if they couldn't defeat them, how could they not run? Innate Territory Lords were all very powerful, so if they wanted to escape, the Eighth Order Human Race wouldn't be able to stop them.

Unless the Human Race sealed off the entire battlefield.

But how could the Human Race have such ability? If they wanted to seal off the entire battlefield, how many Eighth Order masters would they need? The Human Race didn't have so many Eighth Order masters.

He didn't consider the matter of the Ninth Order coming, because the only two Ninth Order masters of the Human Race were tied down in the Wind Mist Territory, making it impossible for them to escape.

Of the five Territory Lords, four had already died.

Six Arms' anger flared as he silently cursed the Territory Lords over there for being fools and useless.

His eyes filled with hatred, Six Arms glared towards the depths of the void before raising his hand and shouting, "Retreat!"

Originally, they had planned to take advantage of the Mysterious Nether Army's Regiment Commander being trapped in the Yearning Territory to do something, but who would have thought that the Human Race had already made arrangements. Not only had they failed to achieve their original objective, but they had also lost four Territory Lords, forcing Six Arms to withdraw their forces.

The auxiliary battlefront had already collapsed, and the Human Race's reinforcements would soon arrive at the main battlefield. At this time, they could only withdraw, otherwise it would be too late.

Under this command, the Black Ink Clan army slowly retreated, and the Territory Lords who were fighting with the Human Race's Eighth Order also gradually left the battlefield.

The Human Race had no intention of pursuing them. The situation on this side was different from the auxiliary battlefront. The Black Ink Clan on the auxiliary battlefront had been defeated, so it was only natural for them to pursue them while the Black Ink Clan retreated on their own initiative.

The Eighth Order masters gradually gathered together, all of them with injuries on their bodies. Fortunately, most of them weren't seriously injured, and after a period of rest, they were able to recover. There were a few whose injuries weren't light and weren't fatal, but they all looked miserable.

This was the greatest advantage the Human Race had.

When a Human Race powerhouse was injured, they could use healing pills to heal their injuries. If the Black Ink Clan powerhouse suffered some minor injuries, it would be fine, but if they were seriously injured, they would need to enter the Ink Nest to recover.

That was why there were so many Territory Lords hibernating in the Ink Nest. It could be said that without this advantage, the Human Race wouldn't have been able to hold on for much longer. If the Black Ink Clan masters could use Spirit Pills to heal themselves, the Human Race would have to face at least thirty percent more Territory Lords on the various battlefields. This was definitely a pressure the Human Race couldn't bear.

Although there were more Black Ink Clan Territory Lords than the Human Race Eighth Order, on various battlefields, the Human Race was still able to barely hold on. Moreover, during a great battle, the Eighth Order masters were more willing to exchange injuries with the Territory Lords. As long as one of the Territory Lords was seriously injured, he would have to go to the No-Return Pass to rest.

Ouyang Lie was covered in blood and his face was pale.

He was a valiant man who fought with all his might in every battle, so his injuries were not light at all. However, no matter how serious his injuries were, in the next battle, he would definitely be able to display his full strength.

The Territory Lords of the Mysterious Nether Territory found Ouyang Lie to be extremely troublesome. Although Ouyang Lie had not killed any of the Territory Lords in the past few decades, at least six or seven of them had been beaten back to hibernate in the No-Return Pass.

So now, every time the Black Ink Clan fought, two Territory Lords would join forces to restrain him, making Ouyang Lie feel helpless and angry.

He felt like he was being targeted.

Gazing in the direction the Black Ink Clan's army had retreated, Ouyang Lie frowned and asked, "What's the situation over at the auxiliary battlefront? Why have four Territory Lords died? Is Big Head Xiang here?"

These words were directed at Wei Junyang.

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