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MARTIAL PEAK 5896

After so many years of fighting and battles, other than a few confidential information that only a few high-level officials know, the Human Race and Black Ink Clan understood each other very well.

For example, the Black Ink Clan was able to borrow the strength of Innate Territory Lord and a Royal Lord-level Ink Nest to create a Pseudo-Royal Lord. This was no secret to the Human Race, and Yang Kai had personally investigated this matter.

However, even Yang Kai hadn't been able to figure out how the Black Ink Clan had used the Innate Territory Lords and Royal Lord-level Ink Nest to create a Pseudo-Royal Lord. All he knew was that the birth of a Pseudo-Royal Lord was accompanied by the fall of many Innate Territory Lords and the loss of a Royal Lord-level Ink Nest.

Until today, this secret had been exposed to Wu Kuang.

As he watched, he felt the aura of the Innate Territory Lords who had entered the Royal Lord-level Ink Nest fluctuate and quickly disappear one after another. The Royal Lord-level Ink Nest standing in the void was like a starving void beast that devoured all the Innate Territory Lords who entered.

As more Innate Territory Lords poured in, it was obvious that the Royal Lord-level Ink Nest had accumulated a massive amount of energy.

It wasn't until a certain Innate Territory Lord stepped into the Ink Nest and his powerful aura continued to rise that the accumulated power in the Ink Nest rapidly drained away and the aura of that Innate Territory Lord began to rapidly increase.

The Ink Nest collapsed and disappeared without a trace. The original Innate Territory Lord had now become a Pseudo-Royal Lord-level master, and his powerful aura was as strong as the sun in the sky.

One Pseudo-Royal Lord after another was born…

Wu Kuang silently calculated for a moment. In order to create a Pseudo-Royal Lord, at least twelve Innate Territory Lords had to be sacrificed, with the highest number being sixteen. This number wasn't fixed, but it was more or less within the same range, and every time a Pseudo-Royal Lord was born, a Royal Lord-level Ink Nest would be destroyed.

In less than half a day, almost three hundred Pseudo-Royal Lords had arrived. They didn't stop at all, as if they had already come to an agreement and rushed towards the Heavenly Beginning Great Restriction.

Wu Kuang sighed inwardly, knowing that his good days had come to an end…

A few days ago, after the Human Race's second invasion on the No-Return Pass, the high level figures of the Black Ink Clan gathered in the meeting hall of the No-Return Pass.

With the three Black Ink Clan Royal Lords at the head of the group, the many Pseudo-Royal Lords lined up below. The atmosphere in the hall was heavy and gloomy.

In the past twenty years, the Human Race had attacked the Black Ink Clan twice and each time, they had suffered great losses. The first time was one thing, the Human Race had used the Universe World's attack to catch the Black Ink Clan off guard. This was something no one had expected. After all, this kind of tactic had never appeared before, so it was indeed difficult to guard against.

[MSN: I'm not sure why its 20 years now, i thought it was 2 years before.]

However, in the previous second battle, the Black Ink Clan had already made preparations to deal with Universe World's attack and had even pulled back their line of defense, but they were still unable to reverse the situation.

The hundreds of millions of Small Stone Race armies had brought great benefits to the Human Race, becoming one of the foundation for their victory.

Since Yang Kai was able to release more than a hundred million Small Stone Race cultivators at once, it meant that he still had more.

Originally, the Human Race's army had come with great momentum and was determined to win back the No-Return Pass. Now, with the help of the Small Stone Race, they were like tigers with wings.

After that battle, no matter how stupid the Black Ink Clan was, they knew that the development of the battle had exceeded their control. They realized that if they didn't retreat from the No-Return Pass, they would eventually fall, and the Black Ink Clan would eventually fall…

Over the past thousands of years, during the struggle between the Human Race and Black Ink Clan, the Black Ink Clan had always held the initiative and held the absolute advantage. However, in just a few dozen years, the situation had taken a sharp turn. This kind of upheaval was truly difficult to accept.

Among the three Royal Lords, only Mo Na Ye seemed to be in good condition, while Mo Yu and Di Ya Luo's auras were slightly unstable, occasionally coughing lightly.

In these two great battles, Mo Yu and Xiang Shan had fought two battles. Although the latter was a newly promoted Ninth Order, his strength and heritage were naturally inferior to Mo Yu, a veteran Royal Lord, but every time he fought, he would fight with his life on the line. Even if Mo Yu's strength was slightly stronger, he would still suffer greatly.

The Human Race had seen through the flaws of the Black Ink Clan's powerhouse, so many of them liked to exchange injuries when fighting with them.

The purpose of this strategy was very simple. If I was injured, I could use healing pills to recover, but if you were injured, you could only enter the Ink Nest to sleep…

However, in the face of such a shameless strategy, the Black Ink Clan didn't have a good way to deal with it, so they could only be more cautious in battle and not allow the Human Race to succeed.

In a great battle, no matter how careful one was, there would always be a time when they had to fight. In the first two battles, Xiang Shan had been like this, causing Mo Yu to suffer heavy injuries. Of course, he had not had a good time either. At the last moment, if he had not run fast enough, Mo Yu would have had the confidence to kill him on the spot!

Mo Yu, this old Royal Lord, could barely be considered to have defeated a Ninth Order Human Race master, but Di Ya Luo was in a miserable state. His injuries were completely caused by the Light of Purification, with the help of the Space-Time River's concealment, Yang Kai summoned two million Small Stone Race and instantly killed several Pseudo-Royal Lords. If it weren't for Mo Na Ye's timely rescue, there would have been only two of them left.

Of the three Royal Lords, two of them were seriously injured, how could this be described as if not miserable?

The Pseudo-Royal Lords below were in an even more miserable state. As far as Mo Na Ye could see, many familiar faces had disappeared from his field of vision. Compared to the gathering of heroes more than twenty years ago, there were now no less than fifty Pseudo-Royal Lords!

In just two battles, a total of fifty Pseudo-Royal Lords had died. This was an unprecedented loss! No matter how many Pseudo-Royal Lords the Black Ink Clan had, they would not be able to withstand this kind of torture.

Such a high-intensity battle didn't need to be fought too many times. As long as there is another three or five battles, the Black Ink Clan's side would no longer be able to resist. When the higher-ups' strengths fell to a certain extent, the situation on the battlefield would become difficult to endure.

Inside the hall, the atmosphere was heavy, the pressure of shame and war pressing down on the shoulders of all the Black Ink Clan masters like a mountain.

"Sir!" Mo Na Ye turned to Mo Yu and asked.

Mo Yu sat upright on his skeleton throne, his face slightly pale. Hearing this, he simply raised his hand slightly and weakly said, "Come."

"Yes!" Mo Na Ye replied respectfully. Although he was already a Royal Lord and had the qualifications to sit on the same level as Mo Yu, he had always maintained a certain amount of respect for Mo Yu. After so many years, Mo Yu had given him enough trust. When he was still a Pseudo-Royal Lord, Mo Yu had allowed him to take charge of the Black Ink Clan's matters. Although this was partly because Mo Yu was not good at managing things, Mo Na Ye was still grateful.

A true King didn't need to do things personally, but rather knew how to use others.

After replying to Mo Yu, Mo Na Ye stood up and swept his eyes over the many Pseudo-Royal Lords.

The faces of the Pseudo-Royal Lords all went cold as they realized that Mo Na Ye had made an important decision to announce. This decision was likely something the Royal Lords had reached a consensus on, and all they needed to do was obey.

Sure enough, a moment later, Mo Na Ye lightly spat out a voice that caused all the Pseudo-Royal Lords to burst into an uproar.

"The next great battle will be the decisive battle!"

After saying this, Mo Na Ye didn't say anything else and simply allowed the Pseudo-Royal Lords below to continue arguing, his heart filled with bitterness.

He had not expected the situation to develop to this point.

Originally, he had planned that even if the current Black Ink Clan was not an enemy of the Human Race, they would still try their best to destroy the Human Race's army. As long as they could accomplish this, even if the Human Race break through the No-Return Pass, they wouldn't be able to threaten the Heavenly Beginning Great Restriction.

In order to unify the Heavens, even if the entire Black Ink Clan were to sacrifice their lives, so what?

Gathering all of their forces to defend the No-Return Pass was the best way to deal with this situation. On the other hand, the Black Ink Clan had a certain geographical advantage in the No-Return Pass. As long as they acted appropriately, it wouldn't be difficult to accomplish this.

However, the development and intensity of the battle was beyond imagination.

First, there was the Human Race's Universe World's assault strategy, which turned the Black Ink Clan army guarding the pass into a punching bag, and then Yang Kai's small Stone Race army to offset the disadvantage of the Human Race's forces being far weaker than the Black Ink Clan's.

With all these unexpected external forces, the only result waiting for the Black Ink Clan on the No-Return Pass was that they would be constantly consumed by the Human Race, so the Human Race wouldn't suffer much loss.

As long as another three or five battles like the one before were to take place, it would be impossible for them to hold on.

Rather than being cut to pieces by the Human Race like this, it would be better to go all out and perhaps even have a chance to severely wound the Human Race's army. As long as the Human Race army suffered more than half of its losses, the price the Black Ink Clan had to pay would be worth it.

"Are you done arguing?" After a long silence, Mo Na Ye suddenly shouted, his eyes glaring towards the many Pseudo-Royal Lords below, "If you have any doubts, just ask. What are you all arguing about?"

The noisy hall immediately fell silent.

After a long time, one of the Pseudo-Royal Lords asked, "Sir, may I ask if the two Supreme's Clone will participate in the next battle?"

Mo Na Ye glanced at the Pseudo-Royal Lord and said lightly, "Of course they will."

The Pseudo-Royal Lord's expression became serious as he saw the determination of the higher-ups.

In the previous two battles, the two Clones had been guarding the two sides of the No-Return Pass. Although they had used their long-range support methods, they had never left the place they were guarding because they had to guard against the two Giant Spiritual God from the Spatial Territory.

But if these two Clones were to participate in this battle, it would be a true decisive battle.

It was foreseeable that when the two Giant Spiritual God in the Spatial Territory saw the Supreme Clone's movements, they would immediately take action. If they attacked from the Spatial Territory, the entire No-Return Pass would be exposed to their attacks. At that time, the Royal Lord-level Ink Nest would be completely destroyed.

Without the Royal Lord-level Ink Nest, the Black Ink Clan was like a water without a source, a tree without roots. This was the final battle!

TO BE CONTINUED