For immortal and demon soldier types, the shackles of realms are fundamentally non-existent.
At the very least, before their strength recovers to the limit of their original rank, their path to advancement is completely unimpeded, with no obstacles to consider.
This is one of the advantages of soldier types under territorial forces compared to native biological races.
If such an advantage did not exist, and if soldier types also needed to rely solely on their own comprehension and cultivation to improve their strength, just like native races.
Then it would be impossible for territorial forces to contend for dominance with native forces in a short period.
After all, native forces have existed on this continent for who knows how many years, and even with slow cultivation speed, they would be enough to suppress territorial forces.
Fortunately, soldier types under territorial forces can continuously advance as long as they kill enemies and obtain a large amount of spiritual power, stopping only when they reach the limit of their potential.
It is precisely because of this that those lords have strong confidence in establishing empires in the near future, attacking the central region of the Primordial Continent, and standing at the pinnacle of the continent.
All lords, including Xiao Mo, firmly believed that as long as they accelerated their development, quickly summoned soldier types, and improved their strength.
They could launch an attack on the native empires of various races in the central region within the shortest possible time.
Nothing could stop the lords' progress.
Even Xiao Mo himself admitted that he could not resist the powerful temptation of advancing to the central region, reaching the continent's peak, achieving divinity, and obtaining eternal life.
This is ultimately a path that must be taken!
"Priest Mu Ke! Congratulations! Your master has gained another Monarch-tier expert!"
After Priest Mu Ke's breakthrough was complete and his aura fully retracted, Xian Qing'er and Mo Wuxin, along with other immortal and demon soldier types, were the first to step forward to congratulate him.
"Uh! That... thank you!!"
Mu Ke felt his old face heat up, and he chuckled awkwardly, feeling very embarrassed.
After all, the battle was basically settled by the immortal and demon soldier types, and he had only cast a few skills at the beginning, basically not intervening afterward.
The rest of the fight was entirely the performance of these immortal and demon soldier types; he was, at most, a rower.
Xian Qing'er seemed to see through his thoughts and said with a smile, "Don't overthink it. You have already become a Monarch-tier expert, and your value will soon be evident!"
"Yes! I understand!"
Priest Mu Ke nodded heavily, but his heart was incredibly excited. If he hadn't submitted to the lord, how could he have advanced to the Monarch tier so quickly?
But since he had reached the Monarch tier, he would naturally serve the lord with even greater dedication in the future, repaying the lord's grace.
At this moment, Priest Mu Ling also walked over and asked Xian Qing'er, "Since the battle is over, should we return to the territory immediately to report the results to the lord?"
Afterward, Xian Qing'er glanced at Mo Wuxin, who curled the corner of his lips and nodded gently.
"Why the hurry? The battlefield hasn't even been cleared yet. Besides, the battle isn't over! There's still one protagonist at large; the master won't be happy about that!"
"Another protagonist? You mean that black-robed human? Who is he?"
Mu Ling frowned, appearing somewhat confused.
Mo Wuxin nodded and said coldly, "I've already sent Mo Wuyou to track him. No rush, we can follow the mark left by Wuyou after we clear the battlefield!"
Hearing this, Priest Mu Ling also nodded and said no more.
Since there was a plan, they would just wait. There was nothing to do back at the territory anyway.
An hour later.
On a snowy mountain at the junction of the Extreme North Ice Plains and the Endless Abyss.
A young man, clad in black and looking somewhat disheveled, emerged from a cave.
After emerging, the young man glanced at the massive castle at the foot of the snowy mountain not far away and breathed a sigh of relief.
This person was Lord Old Wang of the "Home of the Undead," who had frantically rushed back driving the "Swift Spiritual Boat" from the mass grave, also known as Old Ghost by almost everyone.
"Damn it! I'm finally back! I'm safe out here now!"
Old Wang walked back to the gate of the castle in his territory and cursed with lingering fear.
He had pushed the "Swift Spiritual Boat" to its fastest, consuming immortal-demon stones as if they were free.
In one hour, he had fled nearly two hundred kilometers and finally returned to his castle safely.
Recalling his experience today, it made him tremble with fear, and even now, he still felt terrified.
But now, since he was alive, he had to quickly get himself together and prepare to leave.
Thinking of this, Old Wang lifted his foot and walked into the castle.
"So this is your territory! You are indeed a lord!"
Abruptly, a mocking voice sounded from behind him.
Old Wang's scalp instantly tingled, a chill ran from his head to his heels, and all his hair stood on end.
Like a robot, he turned his head and saw a black figure with a masculine face, disheveled hair, but an unruly demeanor, emerge from the void, a trace of crimson light flashing around him.
"You... you you... you are a demon... demon race, his... his soldier... soldier type!"
Old Wang looked at Mo Wuyou, who emerged from the void, and with great difficulty, raised his hand, his teeth chattering, and stammered for a long time before managing to utter a sentence.
"Bing Guo! Congratulations, intelligent you, for learning to answer correctly. Now, prepare to receive your reward!"
Reward?
Looking at the demon soldier type with a full smile in front of him, Old Wang was a bit bewildered.
However, the next moment...
*Swish!!*
Old Wang saw a flash of red light pass before his eyes, and then he felt as if he were flying.
Not only was he flying, but the world was spinning, making him feel dizzy.
But when he saw a headless body still standing on the ground, spurting blood, his eyes widened in shock.
It turned out he wasn't flying; his head had been chopped off by that demon soldier type.
At this moment, he was filled with immense regret and helplessness.
The castle was within sight, yet he died within his own territory, right at the entrance of his castle.
He had already planned to drink a glass of water, then immediately gather his territorial soldiers, pack all his belongings, and flee with the heart of his territory.
Although this place was within the Extreme North Ice Plains, it bordered the Endless Abyss. Now that he had offended Qian Mo's immortal-demon tribe, he might be tracked down at any moment.
Therefore, it was better to stay away from this area and develop elsewhere.
But now, it was too late. He had just returned to his territory, hadn't even entered his home, and his head was already gone?
Even now, he couldn't believe that a soldier type could move freely through the void and had been following him all along.
He wished with all his heart that this was all just his delusion, but unfortunately, it was like a daydream!
If he had known this would happen, why would he have cared about his pride when escaping the mass grave? Wouldn't it have been better to expose Qian Mo's true strength?
This way, those top lords in the alliance wouldn't be so arrogant, thinking Qian Mo was nothing.
In the future, these fellows might even go to their deaths for Qian Mo, giving him experience, and allowing Qian Mo's immortal-demon tribe to grow stronger.
"Now, I can only place my hope in Old Wang's Divine Dragon soldier type and the Alliance of Immortal Slayers and Demon Punishers! I hope you succeed, and even if you can't resist the immortal and demon soldier types, as long as you can kill Qian Mo, that's enough!"
"I hope you succeed; I will watch your success from the Nine Springs!"
This was Old Wang's final thought before his head rolled to the ground.
At the same time, the headless corpse also collapsed with a thud...