Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon! Chapter 581 581: You are Doomed

No one knew that such a casual remark would determine the fate of Crimson Mulberry, and the three great Demon Race armies soon to converge behind her.

Lao Huang's aura was overwhelming, Sealing Heaven and Earth.

Crimson Mulberry still wanted to make a move, but alas, she could never break through this place and was ultimately suppressed by Zi Ji.

Inside Thousand Cities Pass, over a hundred Alliance experts were silent.

They rembered what Mo Wuwei had said when the Wuji Sect delegation first entered the border. He had claid that the Qingfeng lineage was responsible for intercepting the Demon Race armies.

The Alliance did not understand, nor did they take it seriously.

But now, Jiang Ni'er's demonstrated wisdom, her composed and adept strategy, and Zi Ji's formidable strength, all made everyone silent as cicadas in winter.

They were serious.

HEH HEH!

Crimson Mulberry, still proud and defiant even though suppressed, sneered, "The Demon Emperor will soon awaken. The Demon Race armies will soon breach this place. The Human Clan border, this Ancient City, and the three fortifications—all will be reduced to dust."

Jiang Ni'er quietly watched her, gazing for a long ti before speaking, "I will not kill you, not now. I want you to see with your own eyes how the Demon Race army you boast about will be buried here."

Her calm voice was filled with unquestionable determination and an overtone of finality.

At this mont, she did not seem like an ordinary person, but a God, her word beca law.

The Alliance experts behind her were all infected by her conviction.

Crimson Mulberry laughed loudly but made no retort.

At this ti, a middle-aged Scholar stepped forward. "Do you need help?"

Uttering this sentence ant he was defying the orders of the Alliance's upper echelons. He was ready to lend a hand to the Wuji Sect.

Over a hundred Alliance experts were shocked.

However, Jiang Ni'er shook her head. "No, you would just be in the way."

Alliance experts: "..."

Middle-aged Scholar: "..."

The Wuji Sect's Saint Realm experts standing nearby wanted to laugh but managed to restrain themselves.

The Alliance feared the Demon Emperor's wrath, so they dared not interfere.

Seeing Jiang Ni'er and Zi Ji's capabilities, the middle-aged Scholar decided to defy the Alliance high command's orders to help, but alas, they really didn't need it.

His offer was rebuffed with a single, cutting remark.

The Scholar's face turned sowhat dark.

"Mo, I'll leave this place to you," Jiang Ni'er said, turning to Mo Wuwei.

He nodded, realizing that Jiang Ni'er was about to make her move.

The Qingfeng lineage might have few mbers, but each one was imnsely powerful, not to be underestimated.

Jiang Ni'er said no more. She had Zi Ji take Crimson Mulberry with them and promptly led a group of youngsters toward the exterior of Thousand Cities Pass.

Under the night sky, their figures gradually disappeared into the distance, never looking back. Their departing silhouettes pressed down on the onlookers like mountains, so oppressive they could hardly breathe.

They had acted twice: first, to slay Crimson Mulberry's clone, and second, to subdue her true form.

Now, they were heading towards the Demon Race's territory, a journey from which it seed they would never return.

Everyone was moved.

"They have gone."

"Yes!"

"Is the Qingfeng lineage really that terrifying?"

"Is that girl truly a Cultivator?" soone inquired.

"No..." Mo Wuwei answered.

"..."

Not a Cultivator!

What the heck? This is outrageous!

The middle-aged Scholar watched for a while before turning to leave, arriving deep within the Ancient City a few minutes later.

About seven or eight minutes later, most of the Alliance's upper echelons had gathered there: Golden Sword, Li Taichou, the three decision-makers, and many commanders.

He Yidan was present as well.

There were over seventy people, all Saint Realm experts.

For a long ti, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was heavy.

The next mont, a middle-aged man carrying an ancient mirror walked in. He set the ancient mirror in the middle. Instantly, everyone gathered around it.

The middle-aged man remained silent, interlacing his fingers as he ford seals and comnced divination.

However, no matter how hard he tried, no matter how he deduced, he could never catch a glimpse of the two won's figures.

Gazing into the Heavenly Fortune Tao, all he could see was a hazy, unclear expanse. Only an astonishing killing intention lingered within, seeming to slash out from the ancient mirror.

The high-ranking mbers of the Alliance were shocked and stumbled back in alarm.

"Where is the Great Elder?" soone shouted.

The Great Elder they spoke of was the Great Elder of the Fairy Valley.

Everyone looked at each other; no one could provide an answer.

At this mont, one of the Alliance experts stationed outside the border—those tasked with reconnaissance—hurried back, gasping for breath. He was a man with a scar across his face.

"They're coming, they're here..." The man's voice trembled, his whole body shuddering as if he had witnessed an inconceivable scene.

The Demon Race's army had arrived.

Jiang Ni'er had used Crimson Mulberry as bait, drawing countless mbers of the Demon Race.

Beyond the border, a dense swarm of figures lood. They rushed towards this place like a dark cloud, their formidable demonic power spreading wantonly. Terrifying tremors and roars reverberated across the night sky.

The commotion soon reached them as well.

It was too fast.

The middle-aged Scholar felt a sense of suffocation. Although he had guessed Jiang Ni'er's intention, he hadn't expected the two girls to act so swiftly.

They acted without any apparent reconnaissance or preparatory arrangents.

After subduing Crimson Mulberry, they had taken her straight into Demon Race territory.

The bright moonlight was swiftly obscured by dark clouds, plunging the land into utter darkness. Only the roars of the Demon Race's army and the distant tremors could be heard.

The entire land was shaking as if it were about to collapse.

HA HA HA!

Crimson Mulberry laughed triumphantly. "Human Clan, your end is certain!"

Jiang Ni'er had assud that by subduing Crimson Mulberry, she could lure out countless Demon Race mbers. She believed it wouldn't matter whether they had already converged or were still on their way.

But she didn't realize that it was not Crimson Mulberry who had drawn the Demon Race's army, but Zi Ji standing to the side.

To be precise, it was the Tree of Great Dao within Zi Ji.

The seed had already sprouted into a tree, and it wouldn't be long before it bore fruit. By then, the significance of fighting over the Tree of Great Dao would greatly diminish.

Thus, the opportunity was fleeting.

The leading experts of the Mu Clan and the Snake Demon Clan launched an attack the mont they sensed Zi Ji's presence.

"Zi Ji, this is not a suitable battlefield," Jiang Ni'er said calmly, glancing behind her.

They were too close.

It wasn't that she feared the battle reaching the Human Clan's border; rather, she was afraid of revealing too much about the Qingfeng lineage.

For example, the capabilities of those youngsters.

SQUEAK!

Mao Qiu, surprisingly, regained consciousness on its own. It wildly waved its tiny paws, its white fluff revealing tender pink soles, looking quite adorable.

A sneer touched the corners of Crimson Mulberry's lips.

Not a suitable battlefield? What is she thinking? Instead of finding a way to get the Alliance to act, she wants to face the Demon Race's grand army head-on? If this isn't foolishness, what is?

The group began to move laterally, shifting to the left.

"I'm quite curious, where does your confidence co from?" Crimson Mulberry asked.

Jiang Ni'er did not respond.

In just a few short minutes, they had traversed hundreds of miles laterally, but it still wasn't enough.

The battlefields of Saint Realm experts could span tens of thousands of miles; they had only covered a re few hundred.

At this mont, Zi Ji suddenly turned around. "Ni'er, soone's catching up."

Dozens of incredibly fast Demon Race experts appeared, their strength comparable to Human Clan Saint Realm cultivators of the eighth or ninth layer of the Ninth Heaven.

Soon, they were right behind them.

Crimson Mulberry narrowed her eyes. "You can't run away."

Jiang Ni'er suddenly spoke up, "Have you misunderstood sothing? We are the ones who lured the Demon Race here, not... the Demon Race chasing us."