[Congratulations, Lord! Your Immortal-Demon Squad has successfully destroyed the enemy territory's Territory Heart. The enemy territory has completely vanished, and their High Lord has been eliminated. You have won this war!]
[Destroyed enemy Lord territory, rewarded with Immortal-Demon Stones +300, Spirit Stones +5]
[Acquired enemy stored supplies: Immortal-Demon Stones 1520, Soul Crystals 7, Common Food 17800 units, Wood 57800 units, Stone 34600 units, Iron Essence 8800 units, and various demon beast materials!]
[You have once again defeated a territorial force! The fame and cohesion of your Immortal-Demon Tribe on the Primordial Continent have significantly increased, reaching the level of widespread renown.]
Reading these messages, Xiao Mo nodded with satisfaction.
The harvest this time was indeed substantial.
There were 1820 Immortal-Demon Stones alone, plus five Spirit Stones and eight Soul Crystals.
As for other materials, there were so many that Xiao Mo was too lazy to count.
In short, it would take an unknown amount of time to gather these resources solely through hunting.
It seemed that "robbing and plundering" was indeed the fastest way to make money. No wonder there were so many bandits and outlaws in the past.
Most importantly, the current difficulty of these "robbing and plundering" missions was akin to child's play for the Immortal-Demon Squad.
They could obtain the resources directly without paying much price or expending much effort.
Another bountiful harvest!
It appeared that he should seek out more territorial forces or native powers to engage with in the future.
Moreover, it wasn't just his Immortal-Demon Tribe that had begun to wage war.
Many top Lords in various regions had already initiated the prelude to territorial dominance.
Those Lords would never let any nearby "fat meat" go unclaimed!
As for the death of the Howling Moon Territory Lord, Xiao Mo didn't even bat an eye.
Since you chose to participate in this game of war filled with blood and fire, you should have been mentally prepared for this day.
The cruelty of territorial dominance was no less than that of a beast tide.
If you truly didn't want to die and felt your strength was insufficient, it was better to transition to a lone traveler early on. At least you could preserve your life.
If you refused to become a lone traveler, it meant you were determined to tread the path of territorial dominance.
In that case, if you fell along the way, you could only blame your own inadequacy and inferior skill. Your demise would not be worthy of anyone's pity.
"The Immortal-Demon Squad should be attacking another territorial force now!"
Xiao Mo muttered to himself and then directly opened the sight of the Watchtower.
Soon, Xiao Mo saw a somewhat majestic, high-level territory below.
A group of peculiar large birds were circling above the territory.
These were the troop strength of this high-level territory, the top-tier troop, the Heavy Sky Sparrow.
Heavy Sky Sparrows were descendants of the ancient divine bird, the Chongming bird, and the demon bird, the Nine Nether Sparrow.
Although they were also top-tier troops, among the various top-tier troops, they were considered to be at the lower end.
Above the territory, on the back of one of the massive Heavy Sky Sparrows, sat a middle-aged man with a flustered expression.
Clearly, this man was preparing to flee.
"Trying to run? Is it that easy? You can run! But you have to leave behind all of my resources!"
A wicked smile crept across Xiao Mo's lips. With a thought, he directly commanded the Immortal-Demon Squad to accelerate their march.
They must capture this top-tier Lord and drain all of his resources!
Upon receiving Xiao Mo's command, the Immortal-Demon Squad's speed suddenly increased.
Figures streaked through the vast forest like shooting stars, heading directly towards Chongming Ancient City.
Above Chongming Ancient City, a Heavy Sky Sparrow suddenly let out a sharp cry. The middle-aged man's face immediately changed.
"Hurry! Hurry! Those overbearing Immortal-Demon troops are coming! Everyone, fly away quickly!"
At the same time, the middle-aged man, Old Liu, opened the alliance chat group.
[Damn it! These Immortal-Demons who are on drugs are too fast! They've already reached me!]
[Are there any Lords in the alliance near the Vast Forest? Can someone come and support me!!!]
Old Liu directly posted two urgent messages in the group.
Although he urged the Heavy Sky Sparrows to take off quickly, he could guess that the flight speed of the Immortal-Demon troops would far exceed that of the Heavy Sky Sparrows.
Even if he escaped now, he would still be intercepted by the Immortal-Demon Squad.
Therefore, he had to find someone to support him, which might be his only chance to survive.
As for defeating the Immortal-Demon Squad, he didn't even dare to think about it.
Given the revealed strength of the Immortal-Demon Squad, let alone him, even ten top-tier Lords combined would not have the confidence to defeat them.
The strength of the Immortal-Demon Squad was truly too terrifying.
His only hope now was that someone could stall the Immortal-Demon Squad, giving him enough time to escape.
In fact, he had a bit of selfish intent; he just wanted to flee the Vast Forest region.
He didn't want to teleport to an unknown place and start all over again.
However, to his disappointment, the responses he received from the alliance group were mostly four words: "Unable to help."
However, this was not an excuse, but the honest truth.
After all, there were only over four hundred top-tier Lords in the alliance, scattered across the entire Primordial Continent.
Even if some were in the Endless Abyss region, they were not near the Vast Forest, so they couldn't provide timely assistance.
Many top-tier Lords told Old Liu to fend for himself.
In their hearts, they lamented how unlucky this fellow was.
Not only was he in the Endless Abyss region with the strongest Lord, but his territory was also located near the powerful Qianmo.
Most importantly, his territory had caught Qianmo's attention.
This was truly the worst luck imaginable!
"Grass! These disloyal bastards! What's the point of me joining this alliance!"
The middle-aged man cursed fiercely. His gaze shifted, and he gritted his teeth, finally deciding to use the teleportation function while flying.
He had no choice. If no one came to support him, he wouldn't be able to escape.
Even with a thousand reluctances, he had to resort to random teleportation now.
Thus, the middle-aged man directly opened an interface, and a countdown to random teleportation began.
Watching the sixty-second countdown, the middle-aged man silently prayed that the Immortal-Demon Squad wouldn't arrive too quickly.
Otherwise, if the teleportation was interrupted, his only chance would be lost.
At this time, a stone tablet, about the height of a person, was still hanging on the Heavy Sky Sparrow the middle-aged man was riding.
This stone tablet was precisely the Territory Heart of Chongming Ancient City.
As long as the Territory Heart remained, he could rise again.
Once the Territory Heart was destroyed, he would completely lose his Lord status and be reduced to a lone traveler, whom he had always looked down upon.
At the same time, the middle-aged man began to secretly rejoice that he had left fifteen Heavy Sky Sparrows behind to cover his retreat.
The strongest among them was at the peak of the eighth tier, and the weakest was at the peak of the fifth tier.
In his opinion, this should be enough to delay the Immortal-Demon Squad for a while.
However, a voice that reached him the next second made him instantly terrified.
"Rebels who obstruct your lord's path! You have nowhere left to run!"