And these fiends, though they had developed a sliver of sentience, still lacked senses and felt no pain. Even struck by divine arts, they charged headlong, unyielding, and unafraid of evasion. Their thirst for fresh blood and flesh remained, with some fiends, mid-stride, drawn by the blood and bodies of the immortal and demon armies. They would turn back, attempting to attack the armies, only to fall swiftly under divine arts. As the front-line fiends fell, the ones behind them quickly filled the void.
Meanwhile, the moon outside grew fuller, nearing its peak. Stimulated by the blood moon, and the pollution of blood-laden air and fiendish energy, the fiend race soon became frenzied. They instantly went mad, their combat power skyrocketing. Without feeling pain, they lunged desperately at Xiao Mo and his allies, with a fanatical desire to slay them all. This sudden frenzy of the fiends nearly harmed the front ranks of the immortal and demon armies. Fortunately, powerful immortal and demon soldiers stood their ground, forming a light barrier to hold back the fiends. Otherwise, the soldiers would surely have been injured in that moment.
Xiao Mo, feeling the immortal and demon soldiers had already exerted enough effort, ordered the fiends behind to advance and issued commands: "All units, heed my order! Front-line troops, withdraw to replenish your strength. Rear units, advance and fill the gaps." "Healing-type immortals and demons, cast healing arts to help the combatting soldiers recover their strength!"
At his command, all the armies mobilized. Their combat effectiveness was immediately replenished, filling the recent void. The soldiers who had been somewhat weary quickly recovered their strength under the healing of the support units. This was not just physical restoration, but also ample mental replenishment. They felt fully invigorated, eager to engage the fiends once more.
At this moment, only the more ordinary immortal and demon soldiers were engaged. The truly powerful immortal and demon soldiers had not yet made their move. They remained by Xiao Mo's side, overseeing the entire battlefield. They would occasionally assist immortal and demon soldiers who were on the verge of faltering, their roles clearly defined. The reason these powerful immortal and demon soldiers did not need to act was that the fiends on the surface were merely minor minions. Their true target lay deep underground: god-level and even god-king level fiends. These lesser fiends were left for the weaker immortal and demon soldiers to gain experience, as it was unnecessary to deploy heavy artillery for pest control.
Thus, with some casualties among the territory lords and rangers, not a single immortal or demon soldier had been injured. In fact, every one of them was at peak condition. Xiao Mo, as the Lord of the Territory and the commander of the immortal and demon armies, had not exerted himself at all, only issuing occasional commands. If certain "sour grapes" were to witness this scene, they would surely stamp their feet in anger, loudly exclaiming, "This is all the credit of the immortal and demon soldiers." However, there were no such "sour grapes" here; every immortal and demon soldier was fully obedient to Xiao Mo's commands.
As time passed, Xiao Mo's immortal and demon armies achieved substantial gains. Not only had many immortals and demons accumulated a high level of experience, but when they defeated some higher-level fiends, items even dropped. Treasure maps, gems, weapons, crystals... and even some divine sparks. These seemed to have been swallowed by the fiends but were not digested. In an instant, every immortal and demon soldier collected countless dropped items. This "Alien Extermination Event" was a grand carnival for the immortal and demon empire. This stood in stark contrast to the frantic territory lords and rangers outside.
Within tens of thousands of miles, the area had been occupied by Xiao Mo. Spatial rifts to other worlds did not appear only beneath Xiao Mo's feet; his was simply the largest. Currently, every region of the alien world had large and small craters from which fiends crawled out continuously. If one were to observe from high above, the ground would resemble the surface of the moon, pockmarked with countless interconnected craters.
Xiao Mo had not brought all his immortal and demon troops down. He had left some behind on the surface, and assigned a high-ranking immortal and demon soldier to oversee them. This soldier was Mo Youyou. Mo Youyou, leading thirty thousand immortal and demon soldiers, guarded several larger spatial rifts. Their purpose was to prevent the fiends from escaping and causing further chaos in the now relatively peaceful alien world. Mo Youyou floated in mid-air like a deity, but her gaze was not on the immortal and demon soldiers below. Instead, she looked upwards, her brow furrowed, at the blood moon in the sky.
The blood moon grew rounder with the passage of time, with only a small sliver left before it became a full moon. Moreover, the blood moon had turned a dark crimson, as if blood had been flowing for days and was about to coagulate. Even looking at it, one could almost smell a potent bloody stench that induced nausea. The "worms" within the blood moon wriggled more vigorously, twisting their bodies, constantly entwining, making one's scalp tingle.
Though Mo Youyou did not know what the blood moon signified, she could sense danger was imminent. For a moment, she looked with concern at the largest crater on the surface, the one into which Xiao Mo and his group had descended. Mo Youyou murmured to herself: "I offer my life in prayer, hoping my Lord returns safely."
As the blood moon gradually became full, the fiends, which had only just been suppressed, began to riot again. They scrambled to crawl out, and the thirty thousand immortal and demon soldiers alone could not hold the crater. Thus, Mo Youyou, with her thirty thousand soldiers, shifted their position to blockade the smaller craters. "After all, so many territory lords and rangers are still participating in the 'Alien Extermination Event,' and the largest, most dangerous crater has been occupied by the Holy Lord. Releasing those fiends to provide experience for other participants is not a major concern."
Consequently, the alien world, which had regained a semblance of peace, began to grow restless once more. The territory lords and rangers ceased their verbal sparring in the "World Chat Channel" and took up their weapons, entering a new round of fierce combat.