Seeing Mo Wuxin, holding a short sword and approaching step by step, Duolesi fell silent.
At first, it felt that with its own power, it could not necessarily destroy this territorial force.
Therefore, he brought a group of Black Blood Dragon Pythons this time, intending to share the spoils of victory after destroying this territory.
From beginning to end, it never thought that this war of conquering foreign worlds and human territorial forces would fail.
Therefore, it could not imagine that its kin would be slaughtered like cutting melons and vegetables by a group of humans who could also fly in the air.
The catastrophe of these kin was brought about by it.
Therefore, it felt deeply self-blaming.
It was unwilling, and it could not just die here.
It wanted revenge for its dead kin!
Thinking of this, a terrifying spiritual power suddenly erupted from Duolesi's massive body.
At the same time, a surging water power surged out, instantly forming a sky-high giant wave, almost scattering the green light formed by the wood spirit [Gentle Breeze and Fine Rain].
"Oh! You actually still have the power to resist and can advance in adversity! As expected of a descendant of the dragon race!"
Mo Wuxin, who was slowly walking towards Duolesi, paused, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
The wood spirit also looked at Duolesi warily, and at the same time, its spiritual power fluctuated more strongly, suppressing Duolesi's green light to surge.
Duolesi's strength had long reached the lower grade of the spirit level, and now under immense psychological and physiological pressure, it had directly stimulated its own potential.
Looking at its surging aura and the increasingly turbulent water spiritual power, it was clearly advancing towards the peak of the spirit level.
"Wood Spirit Priest! Can you still suppress the Black Blood Dragon Python after it advances to the peak of the spirit level?"
Mo Wuxin smiled slightly, turned his head, and asked the wood spirit.
Hearing Mo Wuxin's words, the wood spirit was slightly stunned. The lord's subordinate's smile was truly captivating.
Then, she collected her thoughts and also smiled back at Mo Wuxin.
"Of course! Although I am also at the peak of the spirit level, I am only a fine line away from stepping into the monarch level, and within the same level, even true dragons would not fare well against me, let alone it, which is just a Black Blood Dragon Python!"
"Alright then! Let's wait until it climbs to the highest point and then kick it down. This is also a pleasure to savor!"
Mo Wuxin nodded slightly, the short sword in his hand disappeared, and he stood in the air with his arms crossed, leisurely watching Duolesi ascend.
Duolesi, who was in the process of advancement, naturally heard the conversation between Mo Wuxin and the wood spirit.
When it heard these two discussing the next steps so clearly, it shivered all over, almost interrupting its advancement.
It hurriedly calmed its mind and stabilized its current state.
Actually, its idea was very simple: to unleash its strongest power at the moment of breakthrough, break through the restraint of [Gentle Breeze and Fine Rain], and then escape from this place that would scare snakes to death.
It was worth it even if it paid some price.
As long as it returned to the Black Blood Dragon Python's nest, it would be safe.
Moreover, it could report this matter to the clan leader, and with the clan leader's temper, he would definitely dispatch more Dragon Python legions to encircle and suppress this territorial force.
As long as the Black Blood Dragon Python clan attacked with full force, they would definitely be able to destroy the Immortal Demon Tribe and kill that detestable foreign lord.
Even this Wood Spirit Priest, and that ancient natural wood, would all perish!
In less than a moment.
Duolesi's aura finally reached its peak.
Seeing that it was about to directly cross the middle grade of the spirit level and enter the peak of the spirit level.
The next moment.
A terrifying water spiritual power that made one's heart palpitate surged from Duolesi's body.
Immediately afterward, it let out a deafening roar and simultaneously unleashed two powerful skills with indiscriminate attacks.
"Flowing Water Straight Down! Weak Water Descending from Heaven!"
Instantly, a giant waterfall appeared in the sky. Truly, the flying stream fell three thousand feet, and a vast amount of water power descended upon the wood spirit and Mo Wuxin.
On the other side, above the city, it was like a dazzling galaxy appeared.
In the galaxy, huge waves surged down, directly rolling towards the palace where the territorial heart was located in the Immortal Demon Tribe.
At the same time.
Duolesi was still desperately urging its water spiritual power, frantically impacting the green light barrier formed by [Gentle Breeze and Fine Rain].
As long as this green light barrier could be torn open, it could successfully escape.
"I knew what you were thinking long ago, but unfortunately, you can't do it!"
"Hou Tu's Imprisonment!"
The wood spirit waved its hands fiercely, and strong earth-yellow light was mixed into the green light.
[Hou Tu's Imprisonment] is a forbidden skill of earth spiritual power.
The so-called forbidden means the strongest!
In an instant, a vast and heavy aura permeated this space.
If the previous area was like a swamp formed by gentle breeze and fine rain, then now it was a powerful gravitational field.
It not only crushed Duolesi's massive body directly to the ground but also annihilated the surging water power on its body bit by bit.
In the sky, the falling stream, under the influence of the heavy Hou Tu aura, instantly dissipated as if it had never appeared.
"Damn it!"
"Wood Spirit, why must you be so relentless!!"
Duolesi's angry roar was filled with unwillingness, because it was almost successful.
As long as the most refined water spiritual power it condensed could tear a gap in the green barrier, it could escape.
However, before it could succeed, it felt immense power crushing down on it.
Even its bones were creaking under the pressure.
This was a forbidden skill of the Natural Woodman tribe, which could only be practiced by those who had reached the spirit level or above.
Most importantly, this kind of skill could only be used at most once every half a month by a woodman who had not reached the monarch level. Forcing a second use could lead to instant exhaustion of power and complete depletion of the body.
Facing such a skill, Duolesi knew that it had no chance of escape.
Even if it successfully advanced to the peak of the spirit level, it was still far from being a match for the wood spirit.
It seemed that it was destined to perish in this territorial force today.
Duolesi, suppressed and prostrate on the ground, struggled to lift its eyes and look at the sky above the city of the territory.
It now only hoped that the weak water power it unleashed could destroy the city and kill that foreign lord.
However, it was destined to be disappointed.
The galaxy in the sky was inverted, and the surging weak water was still hundreds of meters away from the palace when several flexible branches suddenly extended from the city.
Immediately afterward, the tips of the branches emitted a soft earth-yellow light, blocking the surging weak water.
A young girl in a green dress slowly flew into the air and lightly tapped her hand, and the surging weak water power immediately dissipated.
The city palace was unharmed, and the lord, Xiao Mo, was unharmed.
"Guardian of the Natural Woodman tribe - Mu Ya!"
Duolesi's eyes widened, and a flicker of despair flashed in its eyes.
Mu Ya, the spirit of the ancient natural wood, the guardian of the Natural Woodman tribe, a peak monarch level expert!
Even she personally descended to protect this terrifying territorial force!
And with the ancient natural wood here, the natural woodmen would also appear at any time, including the Grand Priest of the Woodmen, Mu Chunrou!
The two strongest individuals of the Natural Woodman tribe were guarding this place.
How could such a powerful territorial force be breached by it and a group of Black Blood Dragon Pythons whose highest cultivation was only at the peak of the king level?
This conquest, spanning two thousand kilometers, was doomed to fail from the start!
Thinking of this, Duolesi stopped struggling and finally despaired completely.
"I surrender!"