Xiao Mo looked at the battlefield.
As the surrounding walls completely collapsed, thousands of magical beasts swarmed into the territory.
However, after Mo Jingjing's "Demon Flame Spreads Across the Plains," the beast horde momentarily stalled.
They seemed to be intimidated by Mo Jingjing, but soon became frenzied again.
It was as if some mysterious force was influencing them, or perhaps they were solely intent on reaching the Heart of the Territory.
Regardless, they all charged forward like they had lost their minds, with only one objective.
That was to storm the city! To destroy the Heart of the Territory!
However, the only thing Xiao Mo felt fortunate about was that the beast tide had not chosen to attack at night.
Otherwise, affected by the Silent Night, the beast tide's strength would have tripled, making them even more bloodthirsty and ferocious than they were now.
That would have been an unadulterated disaster for all lords, including Xiao Mo!
"Demon Killing Skill! Annihilating Light!"
Accompanied by hundreds of black rays, Mo Wuxin's figure flickered through the beast horde.
With each flicker, at least one commander-level magical beast became a corpse.
After more than ten flickers, over ten commander-level magical beasts had been cleared.
The black rays swept through countless low-level magical beasts.
In the sky, Xian Qing'er shone with sacred golden light, while streams of light rain descended from above.
"Forbidden Judgment Technique! Annihilate!"
Brilliant golden light erupted from Xian Qing'er's pupils.
Instantly, her entire being was bathed in solemn and sacred golden light.
The light rain descending from the heavens suddenly became incredibly sharp, like thousands of swords piercing the bodies of the flying magical beasts.
The Celestial Forbidden Art - Judgment, directly affected both the body and the soul.
It not only ravaged the beasts' bodies but also invaded their souls.
In an instant, many flying magical beasts plummeted from the sky. Already on the verge of death, they were utterly lifeless upon impact with the ground.
In another area, Xian Kuang unleashed his "frenzy" to its fullest.
He disdained using weapons, instead using his bare fists as he weaved through the beast horde.
His target was all commander-level or higher magical beasts.
When he encountered a commander-level or higher beast, he would "gently" deliver a punch.
Yet, such a punch was enough to almost obliterate the commander-level beast's body.
From beginning to end, Xian Kuang used barely any skills, relying purely on his physical strength, with every punch landing with devastating impact.
The magical beasts attacked him with their spells, but he dispersed them all with his punches, sustaining no damage himself.
It was precisely because of this that Xiao Mo understood that Xian Kuang's path was different from other celestial and demonic soldiers.
He followed a path of utmost yang and extreme hardness, his physical body being his greatest weapon and his strongest defense.
At this moment, he was single-handedly fighting two ninth-tier mid-grade lord-level magical beasts.
However, Xian Kuang consistently held the upper hand.
While this was partly due to his strength reaching tenth-tier low-grade, the most crucial factor was Xian Kuang's incredibly powerful physique!
Even the skill attacks from ninth-tier mid-grade lord-level beasts were like stones sinking into the ocean when they hit Xian Kuang, causing him no harm whatsoever.
In contrast, Xian Kuang's fists were like Mount Tai, each punch making the two beasts' blood surge and their bodies tremble violently.
Under such absolute suppression, how could the two lord-level beasts possibly gain any advantage?
"One Punch Shatters Nine Heavens!"
Sensing the two beasts' intent to retreat, Xian Kuang pressed his advantage, using his battle skill for the first time.
His figure flashed like lightning above one of the beasts, and he brought his fist down directly towards its head.
Instantly, the lord-level beast's skull was smashed open, its brains and blood splattering everywhere. It was clearly dead beyond any doubt.
The other beast, witnessing this, frantically turned to flee at high speed, but it was no match for Xian Kuang's speed.
Catching up, he delivered the same punch, and this beast met the same fate as its companion.
Following this, a golden light descended from the sky, enveloping Xian Kuang's figure.
After slaying numerous magical beasts, Xian Kuang successfully advanced to tenth-tier mid-grade.
Simultaneously, golden lights began to descend in other parts of the battlefield.
Including Xiao Mo, who directly advanced from the peak of eighth-tier to ninth-tier low-grade, truly becoming a powerhouse comparable to lord-level beings.
What made Xiao Mo happiest, however, was the advancement of Xian Meng'er and Mo Jingjing.
These two peak tenth-tier celestial and demonic generals were only half a step away from entering the Spirit Tier.
Now, these two beautiful celestial and demonic soldiers could contend with, and even, with their celestial and demonic might, achieve counter-kills against eleventh-tier spirit-level magical beasts.
As for the underground dwarf tribe, although many dwarves also advanced, a significant number of dwarf warriors perished.
The souls of these sacrificed dwarves were guided by Xiao Mo to the "Celestial and Demonic Sacred Hall," awaiting unified reincarnation after the beast tide ended.
Even though the celestial and demonic team's strength was sufficient to deal with the beast tide, Xiao Mo did not prevent the dwarves from participating.
War would always incur casualties.
These dwarves were inherently weak, and now that they were his soldiers, if they did not undergo the tempering of war, they would remain weak.
If that were the case, they would ultimately be of little use.
The Celestial and Demonic tribe would inevitably embark on a path of universal conquest in the future, a path that would be fraught with blood and fire.
Only through slaughter and war could these dwarves grow into elite dwarf warriors and become worthy soldiers.
As the battle intensified, Xiao Mo no longer pondered.
He directly leaped down from the pavilion, relying on his formidable defense, and charged into the beast horde.
His strength had already increased to ninth-tier low-grade, coupled with his heavily armored equipment and defenses.
It could be said that even if he were to face a ninth-tier peak lord-level magical beast head-on now, he would dare to spar with it.
Although Xiao Mo lacked combat experience and had not learned powerful battle skills, his ninth-tier low-grade physical brute force, combined with the sharpness of his advanced battle spear, allowed him to kill many magical beasts by thrusting and stabbing through the horde.
Among them, there were nearly ten elite-level magical beasts alone.
He did not need to consider danger in his combat. With such strong defenses and Mo Wuxin constantly watching over him, Xiao Mo fought with exhilarating freedom.
He fought to his heart's content, his attention gradually shifting to the eighth-tier commander-level beasts.
He completely ignored the magical skills released by the eighth-tier commander-level beast, letting the skills strike him as they pleased, as they could not harm him anyway.
Xiao Mo's battle spear, however, pierced the commander-level beast more than a dozen times.
Finally, he plunged the spear into the beast's head at noon, and the beast met its ignominious end.
As for the shield on Xiao Mo's body, only the demonic light shield amplified by Mo Jingjing had half its power depleted.
"Hahaha..."
"It feels truly exhilarating to kill monsters myself!"
Xiao Mo's pent-up frustration vanished completely.
With the collapse of the walls and the siege of magical beasts, he finally had the chance to personally enter the fray and kill monsters.
The hot-blooded desire for battle surged within him at this very moment!