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The originally calm offensive and defensive battle, with Yang Kai's sudden appearance and the attacks of Mo Na Ye, Di Ya Luo, and the other Black Ink Clan powerhouse, the battle suddenly became extremely fierce.

At this moment, even the lowest ranked soldiers of the two races noticed that the situation had become strange. The top masters of the two races seemed to be competing to see who could kill faster and who could kill more. From all over the battlefield, the news of the Black Ink Clan's Pseudo-Royal Lord and the Eighth Order Human Race's deaths could be heard.

In terms of efficiency in killing enemies, the Black Ink Clan was undoubtedly superior.

Under the leadership of the two Royal Lords, the dozen or so Pseudo-Royal Lords formed an incredibly powerful killing team. The Eighth Order masters simply unable to resist them even with their battle formation, and once they were broken, the several Eighth Order would quickly perish.

As for Yang Kai, no matter how fast he was, he could only deal with three Pseudo-Royal Lords at once…

In just the time it took to boil a cup of tea, more than twenty of the Black Ink Clan's Pseudo-Royal Lords had fallen. Yang Kai's body was covered in ink blood and a fierce killing intent lingered around him, like a god of death returning from purgatory, causing all the Pseudo-Royal Lords on the battlefield to tremble in fear.

On the other hand, the Human Race also paid a heavy price, turning more than a hundred Eighth Order cultivators into ice-cold corpses.

It wasn't until one Ninth Order cultivator after another joined forces to encircle and suppress the Black Ink Clan powerhouse that the situation finally eased.

Yang Kai wasn't just attacking the Pseudo-Royal Lords aimlessly. The targets he was attacking were all Ninth Order's opponents. Using his Space Ability, he shuttled through the battlefield and worked together with the Ninth Order Human Race masters to finish off their opponents.

By the time the last Ninth Order arrived, the top forces of the Human Race had already formed an encirclement around this group of Black Ink Clan powerhouse!

Only now did Mi Jinglun breathe a sigh of relief.

In the void, Mi Jinglun, Xiang Shan, Ouyang Lie, Wei Junyang, Smiles, Wu Qing, Shi Dazhuang, and Tang Tao had a total of eight Ninth Order masters. It could be said that the Human Race's current Ninth Order masters, except for Yang Kai, who was currently wandering about and killing, Luo Tinghe, who was fighting alone with Mo Yu, and Yang Xue and Wu Kuang, who were far away in the Heavenly Beginning Great Restriction, were all gathered together.

This was the foundation that the Human Race had built up over thousands of years. It wasn't too powerful, much weaker than when the Human Race was at its peak, but it was a sign of the Human Race's rise.

The fierce battle had stopped at some point, and the eight Ninth Order urged their Qi to seal the void, ensuring that no matter direction these Black Ink Clan ran, they would usher in a stormy blow, but they're not in a hurry, the Human Race powerhouse has the absolute upper hand, but in this level of battle, any carelessness may lead to bad consequences.

Both sides were constantly probing each other, trying to find a flaw.

"You're not running?" Mi Jinglun looked at Mo Na Ye strangely.

Before the Ninth Order Human Race cultivators had rushed over and formed an encirclement, this Black Ink Clan team had a chance to escape, but Mo Na Ye obviously didn't plan on doing so and instead allowed the Ninth Order Human Race cultivators to surround them, causing Mi Jinglun to feel puzzled.

"Where to run?" Mo Na Ye didn't answer and instead shot a sidelong glance at Mi Jinglun. He was clearly the weaker party, but his attitude was extremely unyielding.

Mi Jinglun remained silent.

Mo Na Ye continued, "There's something I can't figure out, so I hope Commander Mi can explain."

On the battlefield, Yang Kai's aura suddenly appeared and then disappeared. Every time he appeared, there would always be a large number of Pseudo-Royal Lords who were unlucky.

The Black Ink Clan's masters had already been restrained, but Yang Kai was now able to freely slaughter them, so delaying them for a while seemed to be a good idea. This way, Yang Kai would be able to weaken the Black Ink Clan's forces even more. Mi Jinglun thought to himself, "Is there anything in this world that you can't figure out?"

These words were not entirely ridiculing. As the highest commander of the Human Race and Black Ink Clan, Mi Jinglun and Mo Na Ye had fought for more than a year or two, so they could be said to know each other well. Regardless of their race, Mi Jinglun still valued Mo Na Ye greatly.

Mo Na Ye didn't answer him and instead asked, "How did you discover this?"

"Discover what?" Mi Jinglun asked casually, a look of confusion appearing on his face.

Mo Na Ye stared at him for a moment before calmly saying, "Although you've concealed yourself well, Brother Ouyang doesn't seem to have as good a disguise as you, so why would you ask such a question?"

On the side, Ouyang Lie angrily asked, "What's wrong with this old master?" If they were just chatting, why did they suddenly mention this old master? Ouyang Lie was extremely unhappy.

Mo Na Ye turned around and glanced at him, "When I asked that question just now, your expression changed slightly, which means you know what I'm asking."

"This is a life or death battle, can't this old master be nervous!?" Ouyang Lie roared.

Mo Na Ye couldn't be bothered with him and continued to stare at Mi Jinglun, "All these years, the Human Race has maintained a similar frequency of attacks on the No-Return Pass, but this time, they attacked much earlier than before. Moreover, Brother Yang actually didn't care about me at all. He could have saved those Eighth Order masters, but he was still slaughtering the Pseudo-Royal Lords. You clearly only needed to spend a dozen more years to achieve the same goal at the lowest cost, but you chose this method. This situation… it's as if you can't wait to take down the No-Return Pass."

On the side, Di Ya Luo and the other Pseudo-Royal Lords were completely confused, not knowing what Mo Na Ye was talking about. The only thing they knew was that this time, the odds were against them. Although the Black Ink Clan had two Royal Lords and more than ten Pseudo-Royal Lords, the Human Race had nine Ninth Order masters. In terms of strength, the Black Ink Clan was at a complete disadvantage.

They also wanted to know the answer to Mi Jinglun's question, why didn't they flee when they could? But now that they had fallen into such a predicament, all of the Black Ink Clan masters couldn't help feeling nervous and uneasy, and couldn't help feeling somewhat dissatisfied with Mo Na Ye.

"Why is that?" Mo Na Ye spoke, but he was not asking. Instead, he continued, "There is only one possibility, and that is that your Human Race has learned of this matter, which is why you are so eager to end this battle. For this reason, you are willing to pay a higher price! Am I right, Commander Mi?"

Mi Jinglun shook his head, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Mo Na Ye let out a long sigh, "Forget it, since Commander Mi doesn't want to answer, I won't ask any further. This should be the final decisive battle. It's quite unexpected, my Black Ink Clan isn't ready yet, but it seems your Human Race isn't ready either. Hehe, who would have thought that this decisive battle would take place in such a manner! However, Commander Mi, although my Black Ink Clan's strength is currently declining, it won't be easy for the Human Race to take it down. I hope that after this battle, the Human Race's losses will be within your means!"

Ouyang Lie said angrily, "What are you blabbering about? You're dead!"

Mo Na Ye turned his head to look at him, his eyes filled with a cold light as he changed his previously gentle expression and asked sternly, "Do you really think you can kill me?"

Almost as soon as his voice fell, more than a dozen powerful auras soared into the sky and flew out.

These were none other than the Pseudo-Royal Lords who had been guarding the Ink Nest in the No-Return Pass.

Since the Human Race had begun attacking the No-Return Pass, these Pseudo-Royal Lords had been stationed here in the No-Return Pass. This was also because they had no other choice but to guard against this annoying Yang Kai.

This bastard had always appeared and disappeared mysteriously, and every time he fought, he would always come here from the Spatial Territory. If it weren't for these Pseudo-Royal Lords protecting the Ink Nest, Yang Kai would have destroyed it long ago. Without the Ink Nest, the Black Ink Clan would have no way to replenish its forces.

On top of that, when Yang Kai had repeatedly fought with Di Ya Luo and his Pseudo-Royal Lords team, it was also them who had managed to resist the aftershocks of the battle, protecting the Royal Lord-level Ink Nest.

These Pseudo-Royal Lords had never left the No-Return Pass after the Human Race attacked!

However, at this moment, all of them moved out without holding back.

Without their protection, the No-Return Pass at this moment could be said to be completely unguarded!

Although there were still two Ink Giant Spiritual God standing to the left and right of the No-Return Pass, if Yang Kai wanted to, he could take advantage of this opportunity to easily destroy all of the Ink Nest. Even if the two Ink Giant Spiritual God attacked, they would only speed up the destruction of the Ink Nest.

Sensing the abnormal activity in the No-Return Pass, the Ninth Order Human Race masters all wore stern expressions.

Mo Na Ye grinned at Mi Jinglun, "Since this is the final battle, I won't be polite!"

The Human Race was willing to pay a huge price just to win, so how could the Black Ink Clan hold back? After all, if they were to lose this battle, there would be no more Ink Nest. In this situation, Ink Nest no longer needed to be protected and they would fight to the death.

"Kill!" Mo Na Ye suddenly shouted and led a group of Black Ink Clan masters towards Wei Junyang. This attack caught Wei Junyang off guard and even with the help of the other Ninth Order masters, he was still forced to retreat.

Similar to Xiang Shan, Wei Junyang was also injured and had obviously been used by Mo Na Ye as a breakthrough point, which made Wei Junyang quite angry.

Fortunately, the Ninth Order masters were all extremely powerful and quickly stabilized the situation.

As Mi Jinglun's Divine Sense surged, three of the eight Ninth Order left in an instant to fight against the Pseudo-Royal Lords that rushed out of the No-Return Pass, and the remaining five joined forces to barely compete with Mo Na Ye and the other Black Ink Clan powerhouses.

However, with dozens of Pseudo-Royal Lords rushing out together, how could three Ninth Order masters stop it. Those Pseudo-Royal Lords each form a battle formation, the Three Directions Array they formed were enough to deal with the Ninth Order.

In the blink of an eye, the advantage Yang Kai had gained from killing a large number of Pseudo-Royal Lords had been wiped away, and the Human Race's losses had been greatly reduced.

At this moment, a towering mountain pass entered the battlefield, and Pure Yang Pass, which had been drifting outside the battlefield, finally joined the battle!

As the giant mountain pass slowly rotated, the many large-scale artifacts arranged on the mountain pass began to emit a dazzling light similar to that of a lightning dragon as they shot into the enemy's formation, each strike clearing a large space.

The Black Ink Clan's defensive line that had been targeted by Pure Yang Pass is in imminent danger instantly!

TO BE CONTINUED