It was Mo Ying who deliberately guided him to erode Chen Yuan's Spirit Platform. Otherwise, the demon tribe might not have been defeated. Even if they were defeated, the losses would not have been as severe as they are now.
In this battle, more than half of the demon tribe's million-strong army suffered losses. Several Demon God incarnations were exterminated, and more than five Demon Saints fell on the front lines. The loss was heavy indeed.
This was the most disastrous event for the Southern Border demon tribe since the war five hundred years ago, directly shattering the morale they had accumulated over centuries.
Understand, this ti it wasn't a fight against the entire Central Plains. Not even the Central Plains Dynasty intervened. They only faced a rebel king claiming two provinces.
If they couldn't even defeat the forces of two provinces, how could they dream of conquering the Central Plains?
This battle was not only about the losses but also dealt a massive blow to the rising montum of the Southern Border demon tribe.
Therefore, the Tian Lan Demon God was very angry and also very curious.
Why?
Why indeed?
What had he and the demon tribe done to wrong Mo Ying to warrant such harm?
If it weren't for his orders, Mo Ying would still be imprisoned within the Shushan's Demon Suppressing Tower!
"Does it matter?"
Mo Ying looked calmly at Tian Lan, with a hint of mockery in his eyes.
"Of course, it matters! I saved you, used my tribe's resources to help you recover from your origin injuries. Is this how you repay , repay the Red Nether Blood Tiger tribe?"
Tian Lan Demon God questioned him. He did not flee, for now, he knew it would be futile.
The supre strike from that Biyou Palace Immortal had been easily dissolved by him, proving that he was no Essence Blood Incarnation but had indeed co in his true body.
The surrounding void must have been tampered with. Escape was simply impossible.
"Kindness leading to enmity, a saying of the Central Plains human race, I wonder if you, friend Tian Lan, have heard of it."
"Is it just that?"
Tian Lan Demon God had an incredulous expression; when had he ever asked for gratitude?
"Of course not, that was just sothing I casually said..." Mo Ying smiled faintly.
Tian Lan Demon God:
"You're toying with ?"
"Hehe... yes, I'm toying with you, what can you do about it?"
"You...."
Mo Ying waved his hand, and divine marks quickly condensed within the ten-thousand-zhang void, sealing Tian Lan Demon God inside this space, while terrifying power held him captive.
"Demon Emperor, Demon Emperor... what are you, Tian Lan, just a re First Layer Demon God, daring to covet the position of Demon Emperor? That position should be mine!"
"You... haha... then what are you? A stray dog, a waste imprisoned in the Demon Suppressing Tower for five hundred years. Are you more qualified to beco the Demon Emperor than I am?"
Though facing imminent death, Tian Lan Demon God, upon hearing Mo Ying's words, laughed involuntarily, feeling as if Mo Ying was dreaming.
"If I die, the Red Nether Blood Tiger tribe will be oppressed. As for you wanting to beco the Demon Emperor, maybe in your next life..."
"Yes, imprisoned for five hundred years... an entire lifeti... This human world is beautiful, I may be waste, but you are even more worthless than I am.
Did you think I would be suppressed without you? You overestimate yourself. If I dared to plot your murder, I obviously have other considerations."
"What?"
"Guess."
Mo Ying's lips curled into a devilish smile. In the next mont, a massive black hole slowly condensed within the ten-thousand-zhang void, drawing endless Heaven and Earth Primordial Energy into its maw.
Once the black hole ford, it exploded with an incredibly terrifying devouring force. Tian Lan Demon God, in horror, found himself unable to maintain control.
Even the rules couldn't stop it, leaving him to watch helplessly as he was drawn ever closer to the black hole.
"You... Mo Ying.... do you intend to devour ?"
"Beco one with ... that is your utmost honor!" Mo Ying Demon God laughed maniacally, mysterious syllables beginning to spill from his lips.
With each syllable, the terrifying suction increased further.
"You... you are definitely not Mo Ying. Who are you really?!"
Tian Lan Demon God roared.
"I... will be the future emperor of the demon tribe, the Supre of the human world!" Mo Ying replied.
"No... no.... ah... my origin...."
"Soul-devouring, Tian Lan sold you to as a pawn, and now I have avenged you. You can now rest in peace...." Mo Ying cackled insidiously, his pupils flickering with ghostly light.
Watching the fading aura of Tian Lan, his laughter grew louder, while the stray remnant of dissatisfaction from Soul-devouring began to dissolve, redying the last flaw in this body.
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As Biyou Palace's Immortal pursued Tian Lan Demon God, who ultimately perished at the hands of Mo Ying Demon God, this battle between Chen Yuan and the hundred tribes of the Southern Border ca to a complete end.
Previously, the main battlefield had ended, with Chu Changfeng still pursuing the scattered demon tribes.
Now, it was all over.
Chu Changfeng returned with half of the soldiers and a large number of demon captives, all bound with chains and long knives, kneeling motionlessly on the ground.
In this great battle, the demon race suffered massive losses. Upon post-battle tallying, it was concluded that out of the more than one million demon army, fewer than four hundred thousand returned alive to the Southern Border's Grand Mountain Range.
It was indeed a loss of significant proportions, and once Tian Lan ordered a retreat, the demon army's leader could do no more but lead the way out, while being chased and killed the whole way.
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