410: Instigating conflict between the demon and monster races

Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.

"Caw... caw... caw...!"

Just then, a majestic figure suddenly darted out from the Void Realm; this person had a ferocious face and eyes as sharp as knives.

This ferocious-looking man was Qi Basha, a member of the royal family of the Heavenly Demon Clan.

"So this is the Human Realm?" A cold look flashed in Qi Basha's eyes.

"General, what should we do next?" a Demon Race soldier asked respectfully.

"Set up camp here. We will conquer this land after all our clansmen arrive," Qi Basha said.

As a Great General of the Heavenly Demon Clan, Qi Basha was not an impulsive person.

As more and more Heavenly Demon Clan members descended into the Divine Realm, the Devilish Qi in this area became increasingly dense, and countless creatures began to flee in all directions.

Meanwhile, the Yao Race and the ghost cultivators of the Netherworld also arrived in the Divine Realm through spatial rifts.

For a time, the entire Divine Realm was filled with wails, resembling Hell; wherever these alien races went, all living things were destroyed.

The elderly, weak, sick, and disabled who had not fled to the Lingchen Divine Kingdom were all slaughtered by these alien races.

Some young and beautiful women with low cultivation levels became playthings for the Demon Race and the Yao Race.

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Inside the court of the Lingchen Divine Kingdom.

Yang Lingchen frowned, listening quietly to the reports from below.

At this moment, everyone in the court looked extremely grave.

The Divine Realm could now be said to be under siege from all sides, with the Heavenly Demon Clan, the Yao Race, and the ghost cultivators of the Netherworld descending upon the four corners of the Divine Realm respectively.

"Do not panic, everyone. If the ancestors of the Human Race could defeat these alien races, we can too." Yang Lingchen's voice was resonant and powerful, echoing throughout the court.

Regardless of anything else, as the current leader of the Human Race, he had to stand up and stabilize the morale of the army at this time.

Subsequently, Yang Lingchen gave instructions regarding defense, which was to not take the initiative to attack for the time being.

Seeing Yang Lingchen so confident, everyone's fighting spirit was ignited.

In everyone's eyes, Yang Lingchen was an invincible existence; as long as he had confidence, all difficulties and obstacles would vanish.

In the following days, Yang Lingchen patrolled around the Lingchen Divine Kingdom.

His Clone, however, had quietly left the Lingchen Divine Kingdom.

Before the great battle, he had to know himself and the enemy; otherwise, it would be difficult for the Human Race to win this battle during this catastrophe.

Of course, Yang Lingchen was not without options.

Now that the Yao Race, the Demon Race, and the ghost cultivators had all arrived in the Divine Realm, conflicts would inevitably erupt between these three races; the only thing missing right now was a fuse.

This time, Yang Lingchen's Clone came out not only to scout the military situation but also with the task of inciting conflict between the three major races.

Only if these three major races clashed would the Human Race have a chance to find a glimmer of survival in this catastrophe.

Yang Lingchen galloped swiftly, flying towards the south of the Divine Realm.

The south was occupied by the Demon Race, the west by the ghost cultivators, and the north by the Yao Race.

Before leaving the Lingchen Divine Kingdom, Yang Lingchen had extracted a large amount of Demonic Qi from Yao Lingyu.

At this moment, he restrained his aura and quietly arrived at the area occupied by the Demon Race.

This time, Yang Lingchen intended to incite conflict between the Yao Race and the Demon Race by disguising himself as a member of the Yao Race.

Utilizing the advantage of his Movement Technique, Yang Lingchen easily infiltrated the Demon Race's camp.

After some scouting, Yang Lingchen gained a preliminary understanding of the Demon Race's strength.

Looking at this branch of the Demon Race army alone, if they were to clash head-on, the Human Race would have no chance of winning.

Because Yang Lingchen sensed a very powerful aura in the main tent of this Demon Race army; if they fought face-to-face, it would be very difficult for even his main body and Clone combined to defeat the opponent.

"Damn it, the strength of this Demon Race is too terrifying."

Yang Lingchen thought to himself, then quietly left the main tent area.

He already had a plan in mind: to use the Demonic Qi on his body to disguise his identity, attack the outermost tent of the Demon Race, and then quickly flee towards the direction of the Yao Race.

At this moment, Yang Lingchen quietly lurked near the outermost tent of the Demon Race.

Just then, he released all the Demonic Qi on his body, then brandished his battle sword and charged into the tent, beginning to slaughter frantically.

"Woo... woo... woo... woo...!"

"The Yao Race is attacking, everyone be careful."

Shortly after Yang Lingchen charged into the tent, the horn of enemy attack sounded in the Demon Race camp.

Under Yang Lingchen's frantic slaughter, in less than a few breaths of time, over a thousand Heavenly Demon Clan members died under his sword.

"Such audacity, daring to attack my Heavenly Demon Clan."

Just then, a heaven-shaking roar erupted from the Demon Race's main tent.

A burly middle-aged man suddenly darted out from the tent and then flew rapidly in the direction of Yang Lingchen.

This burly middle-aged man was the general of this Demon Race army, Qi Basha.

"The Heavenly Demon Clan is nothing more than this."

Seeing this, Yang Lingchen gave a cold shout, then his figure turned into an afterimage, fleeing rapidly towards the direction of the Yao Race.

The moment Yang Lingchen disappeared, Qi Basha appeared at the outermost tent of the Demon Race.

"Mere Yao Race, daring to injure the disciples of my Heavenly Demon Clan." Looking at the corpses on the ground, Qi Basha's expression was terrifyingly gloomy.

"General, what shall we do? These Yao Race members are truly too arrogant." A Demon Race officer asked.

"Those who dare to injure members of my Heavenly Demon Clan must pay with blood. Order the three armies to set out immediately to follow me; this time, I will definitely wipe out this group of Yao Race."

A cold light flashed in Qi Basha's eyes.

He did not suspect whether Yang Lingchen was truly from the Yao Race, because the Demon Race and the Yao Race were natural mortal enemies; from ancient times to the present, the two groups had always been deadly enemies.

Among the four worlds, the Human Race, the Yao Race, the Demon Race, and the ghost cultivators were not on good terms with each other.

Because the Divine Realm had the weakest strength, every time the Great Spacetime Tide occurred, the Divine Realm was the side that was invaded.

Yang Lingchen galloped swiftly; during the previous hunt, he had also captured a Demon person.

This was part of his plan to disguise himself as a Demon person and add fuel to the fire on the Yao Race side.

Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.

After seven days of high-speed travel, Yang Lingchen finally arrived at the north of the Divine Realm.

After entering this area, he felt that the Demonic Qi in the surroundings was significantly denser. He immediately restrained his aura and, using his speed advantage, quietly infiltrated the Yao Race camp.

After entering the Yao Race camp, Yang Lingchen carefully scouted the military situation.

In order to prevent his aura from leaking, Yang Lingchen used the Demonic Qi left on him by Yao Lingyu to completely wrap up his Human Race aura.

After some scouting, Yang Lingchen could not help but click his tongue in wonder, because the strength of the Yao Race was truly too strong; even compared to the Demon Race, they were not inferior.

"Damn it, looks like I have to give you guys some strong medicine."

Yang Lingchen thought to himself, then transformed into the appearance of a Demon person and stripped the Devilish Qi from the Demon captive onto himself.

After finishing everything, Yang Lingchen brandished his sword and slaughtered towards the guards on the outskirts of the Yao Race.

His methods were extremely cruel, with monstrous Devilish Qi on his body; under his slaughter, countless Yao Race members fell into pools of blood.

"You Demon brat, such great audacity."

Just then, a heaven-shaking, sharp shout came from afar. A middle-aged woman, wearing next to nothing, moved like lightning, pouncing towards Yang Lingchen at high speed.

"Damn it, shameless old woman."

Yang Lingchen cursed inwardly, his figure turning into a blood shadow, galloping away at high speed towards the direction of the Demon Race.