Moreover, they wouldn’t be the main characters. Lin Moyu was also somewhat surprised that Xiao Mei actually possessed such a sense of justice.

The human race in the Southern Continent was divided into numerous factions, and it had always been a case of "why should I care if others die?"

"Everyone just sweeps the snow from their own doorstep," Xiao Mei said. "In my previous life, I was an ancestor of Hanshui Holy Land."

"I have some understanding of the internal situation of the human race. In fact, the human race in the Southern Continent is not just scattered sand." Lin Moyu gave an "oh" of acknowledgment.

"Tell me about it!"

Xiao Mei said, "Back then, I focused entirely on my cultivation."

"Although I learned about some of the human race's situation, I wasn't entirely clear on the details. If you, Teacher, wish to know more…"

"…you can go to Hanshui Holy Land after returning to the Southern Continent and ask the ancestor who is actually in charge," Lin Moyu said.

"The current ancestor of Hanshui Holy Land is called Ancestor Gu Cang. Do you know him, Xiao Mei?"

Xiao Mei said.

"I know him. When I underwent my disintegration, Ancestor Gu Cang was already an ancestor."

"I didn't expect it to still be him. It seems the Holy Land has truly declined over these many years."

At this moment, Xiao Mei's tone was somewhat mature, which, combined with her ten-year-old appearance and crisp voice, felt extremely interesting.

Lin Moyu said, "Then, once matters here are settled…"

"…after returning to the Southern Continent, we will go find Ancestor Gu Cang to ask, and by the way, pick up someone else." Xiao Mei gave a hum of agreement.

"Good. I haven't been back to the Holy Land for a long time, and I don't know what it has become now."

Suddenly, Xiao Mei tilted her head and asked, "Teacher, did you see that there was something wrong with Mu Chuan a long time ago?"

Lin Moyu smiled and didn't say much. "That is not important."

"Let's go. We are heading to the next stop." Actually, when he saw Mu Chuan, Lin Moyu had already realized something was wrong. Along the way, the Nether Race had never spared a single human.

Why would they spare only Mu Chuan? There was definitely a problem there. Even if Xiao Mei hadn't said anything, Lin Moyu would have eventually used Time Regression to check the situation.

As it turned out, Xiao Mei's sudden sense of justice surprised him a bit. However, as a member of the human race, one naturally has different feelings for the human race.

Lin Moyu could fully understand. Forty-two villages were cleared in just five days.

Everything was cleaned up. The Bone Hell and the Nether Black Dragon in the Nether Black Pool were quite satisfied with the feast.

Its aura had already reached its peak; eating any more would be difficult to advance further. It was just waiting for a transformation and sublimation.

Now, only the last piece of the Nether Race's territory remained. This area was shrouded in boundless black mist.

The black energy had turned into thick fog, surrounding it completely. The fog could not be blown away by the wind.

It could not be burned by fire, and rain could not affect it. If anyone entered it, they would inevitably get lost. Even a Ninth Realm of Dao Venerable would find it difficult to distinguish directions within it.

The Nether Race had completely holed up. Except for the land outside the thick fog, no more black energy emerged.

The Nether Black Pool in the Bone Hell continuously spewed black energy. The black energy swirled like a vortex, simultaneously emitting a humming sound.

The humming sound carried a resonance, as if telling Lin Moyu to go inside.

To go inside… what was in the black fog? It was nothing more than the largest piece among all the fragments of the Nether Black Pool.

At the same time, there was that damned but not-yet-dead Nether Black Dragon. Lin Moyu knew.

This resonance was because after he had devoured a large number of Nether Black Pool fragments, his own Nether Black Pool had developed a resonance with the former Nether Black Pool in Hell.

His own Nether Black Pool wanted to completely devour the other, allowing itself to become the true Nether Black Pool.

He issued an order in his mind, and the vast Undead Legion charged into the black fog from all directions.

The black fog was thick, blocking his vision, and even his perception was shielded.

Inside the black fog, it was impossible to distinguish directions, let alone find the true location of the Nether Race.

Lin Moyu could feel that the Nether Race's black fog was of the same origin as the black energy spewed from his own Nether Black Pool.

So, this black fog had such a use.

Unfortunately, it was useless against the Undead Legion, Lin Moyu thought to himself.

The Undead Legion directly used the Eye of the Undead to search for prey; as long as a soul existed, it could not escape their eyes.

Even if the Eye of the Undead was shielded, it didn't matter. Lin Moyu could fill this entire area with the Undead Legion; he didn't believe he wouldn't be able to flush them out.

Very quickly, the Undead Legion found the first village in the black fog. There were a large number of Soul Fires in the village.

They seemed to be performing some kind of ritual. Through the Eye of the Undead, viewing the positions of the Soul Fires, Lin Moyu saw a peculiar pattern.

The Undead Legion charged straight in without any nonsense. At this moment, a massive power surged from the village, knocking back all the Undead Legion members that had charged in.

The Nether Race members in the village had their Soul Fires flickering violently, burning with unprecedented intensity!

"Nether God Lord, protect our race!"

"Nether God Lord, protect our race!"

Shouts rang out one after another, and the black fog suddenly rolled violently. Boom!

The black fog rolled, and an invisible attack descended. Hundreds of thousands of Skeleton Divine Generals were killed on the spot!

In the process of exterminating the Nether Race, the Undead Legion encountered true resistance for the first time.

Chapter 3287: This Battle Should Not Last Long

The Buddha Kingdom Lich, Five Elements Sword Demon, and Fate Lich cooperated with each other.

It showed initial results, but Lin Moyu was not satisfied; this speed was too slow.

Each village had hundreds of Nether Race members, and there were already twelve villages discovered.

That was over a thousand Nether Race members. If he killed them one by one, it would take a long time.

Moreover, some of the Nether Race members had very high cultivation levels, reaching the Dao Venerable 8th Realm.

The Five Elements Sword Demon might not necessarily kill them. Lin Moyu shifted his intent and ordered the Thunder Lich to act.

At the same time, a drop of ancestral water flew out, landing silently on the Thunder Lich, and the Power of Belief also began to burn fiercely.

The Thunder Lich was draped in Lei Guang, controlling the Thunder Dao, and raised its small hand.

It pointed forward. Spell: Chain Lightning!

The lightning, which reached the Dao Venerable 8th Realm, instantly pierced through the black energy giant like an incomparably sharp sword.

It stabbed into the village and landed on one of the Nether Race members. Within the lightning, the body of this Nether Race member was revealed.

A pitch-black body, a non-human body. Then, the lightning exploded.

The Chain Lightning automatically tracked every Nether Race member, striking every one of them along their bloodlines, Dao, and souls.

What the cultivation level or strength of the first Nether Race member hit by the lightning was no longer important.

Because all the Nether Race members in this village would be attacked by the lightning, and one Soul Fire after another was extinguished.

The black energy giant's combat power continuously weakened until it completely collapsed. At this moment, in the village, out of the hundreds of Nether Race members, only ten remained alive.

Among these ten, eight were outstanding individuals in the Dao Venerable 7th Realm, and two were in the Dao Venerable 8th Realm.

One Chain Lightning directly shattered the Nether Race members' defense, and the black energy giant collapsed.

The Undead Army immediately charged in. In the black fog, a streak of silver light flashed.

Su Pu was the first to charge in. His target was the two Dao Venerable 8th Realm Nether Race members. As a Revenant and having fallen from the Pseudo-Great Dao Realm, Su Pu's combat power was top-tier among the Ninth Realm of Dao Venerable.

Dealing with two Dao Venerable 8th Realm members was easy. Moreover, the Thunder Lich's attack had already injured them.

Just as Su Pu arrived, the Thunder Lich launched another Chain Lightning.

Without the ancestral water's enhancement, the power was slightly weaker than before, but the few Dao Venerable 7th Realm Nether Race members were wounded on top of their wounds and were already dying.

The Thunder Lich was simply an invincible existence in the Dao Venerable 7th Realm. And no matter how many enemies there were, it made no difference to it.

As long as they were of the same kind or race and had some connection between them, they could not escape the lock-on of Chain Lightning. The existence of this spell completely overturned normal understanding.

Lin Moyu felt that perhaps only the Dao of Karma could surpass the Thunder Lich in this aspect.

Su Pu cleanly and efficiently killed the two Dao Venerable 8th Realm Nether Race members and incidentally finished off the others. These Nether Race members must have been performing some kind of ritual.

Throughout the whole process, they didn't really resist; they just stood there motionless, loudly calling out to the Nether God Lord.

If it weren't for that, it would have been impossible for Su Pu to kill them so quickly; it was practically a one-hit kill.

The Nether Race members were all dead, but the black fog still existed, though there were no more black energy giants.

The army charged into the village and found the ancient well evolved from the Nether Black Pool. Lin Moyu, who was standing outside the black fog, was just about to enter.

Suddenly, his heart tightened, and his spiritual sense sent a warning: "Retreat!"

His intent bypassed the Legion Commander and issued an order to the Undead Legion, but it was still a bit too late.

The ancient well suddenly produced a suction force, and all the Undead Legion members within a hundred meters were sucked into the ancient well, instantly losing contact.

The summon slots were emptied. Lin Moyu knew they were all dead, and even resurrection was not possible.

Fortunately, several Elemental Liches and Su Pu were far away and were not affected. The suction force that had suddenly erupted just now was extremely terrifying.

Lin Moyu was not sure if Su Pu and the others could withstand it. The suction force was still continuing.

Large swathes of black fog were sucked away by the ancient well, and his vision gradually became clear. Soon, all the black energy in the entire village disappeared.

The complete village was revealed before Lin Moyu. Lin Moyu frowned slightly. Something was wrong.

Xiao Mei asked, "Teacher, is there a problem?"

Lin Moyu said, "The village is too big, and there are too few people."

The village was very large, larger than any village he had seen before, enough to equal ten previous villages.

This was a large tribe, but there were too few people inside, only the hundred or so who were holding the ritual.

Moreover, these hundred or so people all had high cultivation levels, which was very abnormal.

A tribe this large could at least accommodate thousands of people. Furthermore, within the Nether Race, it was impossible for them all to be strong.

The clansmen just evolved from the ancient well did not have strong cultivation.

From within the well, dragon roars were continuously emitted. Where had these people gone?

A look of confusion appeared on Lin Moyu's face. In the sky, suddenly, the suction force of the ancient well stopped. Accompanied by a roaring sound, the ancient well began to vibrate.

Subsequently, a dragon roar resounded, and a huge black dragon head emerged from the ancient well, followed by the black dragon body.

This black dragon was hundreds of meters long, with half of its body in the ancient well. The dragon roar turned into a majestic power, spreading outwards like ripples in water.

Wherever it passed, space shattered, and the Undead Legion members shattered one after another.

Lin Moyu's heart stirred, and the cloud-piercing sword automatically flew out, landing in Su Pu's hand.

The strength of the whistle suppressed the dragon roar, and Su Pu swung a sharp sword aura.

He slashed towards the black dragon. At the same time, the phantom of an Eight-Tailed Heavenly Fox appeared behind him, also roaring towards the sky.

The cloud-piercing sword slashed down. With a loud bang, Su Pu was rebounded back.

Then, Su Pu was already brandishing the cloud-piercing sword and charging over. The black dragon slammed into him fiercely and spewed Dragon Breath.

Su Pu swung his sword, shattering the Dragon Breath, and killed his way to the front of the black dragon. The black dragon acted as if it felt nothing.