412: Provoke conflict

"Meier, gather everyone, including the elderly, the weak, women, and children," Yang Lingchen said with a solemn expression.

"Mm... mm..." Wu Meier nodded, then immediately had the order issued.

"Lingchen, are you planning to take everyone away?" Wu Meier asked softly.

"Correct."

Yang Lingchen said in a deep voice, "Right now, we are surrounded by enemies on all sides. If a real battle breaks out, we will undoubtedly lose. Therefore, I plan to transfer everyone into the haotian jade space, and then we will launch an attack from the periphery."

"That works too," Wu Meier said.

Following the issuance of the order, everyone from the Human Race soon gathered together.

Yang Lingchen spent a day collecting over ten billion people into the haotian jade space, then quietly left the Lingchen Divine Kingdom via a Teleportation Array.

...

Heavenly Demon Clan encampment.

"General, the guards on the Human Race's side have been withdrawn for a day. Should we charge in and take a look?" an officer asked.

"No rush. Humans have always been insidious, cunning, and full of tricks. If we charge in now, we might fall into their trap. By then, wouldn't our Heavenly Demon Clan become a laughingstock in the eyes of the Yao Race and the Ghost Cultivators?" Qi Basha said in a deep voice.

"General, are humans really that insidious?" the officer asked, puzzled.

"Whether humans are insidious or not, I am not entirely sure."

"However, our Demon Race history books record that humans are a very insidious and despicable species. They are intelligent and skilled in strategy."

Qi Basha paused, then continued, "It is said that in ancient times, our Demon Race ancestors were once schemed against by humans; otherwise, this world would have long been under the rule of our Heavenly Demon Clan."

"General, are we just going to waste time like this?" the officer asked.

"Don't be anxious. The Yao Race and the Ghost Cultivators will surely lose their patience before I do. When that happens, we can just let them take the lead," Qi Basha said coldly.

...

Area where the Yao Race is located.

"Queen, it seems there are no guards on the Human Race's side today. Should we send people over to check?" a member of the Yao Race asked.

"No guards on the Human Race's side today?" Demon King raised her eyebrows, then said, "Immediately send someone to investigate."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The Yao Race member responded respectfully and then retreated.

...

Netherworld Race, location of the Ghost Cultivators.

"Lord Ghost King, something is wrong on the Human Race's side today! There isn't even a single guard." A ghost messenger said.

"What kind of tricks are these humans playing?" An old man wearing a black crown frowned and said.

"Lord Ghost King, could these humans have already fled?" the ghost messenger said.

"Unlikely. The Human Race still has at least ten billion people. Where could they flee to?" the Ghost King said.

"Then should we send someone to investigate?" the ghost messenger asked.

"Humans have always been good at scheming." The Ghost King frowned, then said, "In that case, have White Impermanence go and take a look."

"Yes, Lord Ghost King," the ghost messenger said respectfully.

...

After leaving the Lingchen Divine Kingdom, Yang Lingchen quietly infiltrated the area where the Netherworld Race Ghost Cultivators were located.

Now that he had no worries behind him, Yang Lingchen prepared to start a massacre, taking the opportunity to stir up conflict among the three extraterrestrial races.

Of course, if he had the chance to kill the leaders of these three races, he would act without hesitation.

Additionally, Yang Lingchen had another plan: he intended to wait until his cultivation level broke through to the Seventh Layer of the Cosmos God Realm before leading the Human Race to counterattack.

Although Yang Lingchen's current strength was enough to deal with the leaders of these three races, if he led the Human Race to engage in a head-on confrontation with the three extraterrestrial races, the final outcome would still be the annihilation of the Human Race.

After all, the current strength of the Human Race could at most contend with one of the extraterrestrial races.

If Yang Lingchen led the Human Race to engage in a head-on confrontation with these extraterrestrial races, they would likely be besieged by all three.

By then, even he would find it difficult to retreat unscathed.

After arriving at the place where the Ghost Cultivators were located, Yang Lingchen quietly transformed his main body and Clone into the appearance of Demon Race members, and then launched a frenzied slaughter mode against the Ghost Cultivators.

Under Yang Lingchen's frenzied slaughter, many powerful Ghost Cultivators were killed on the spot.

He was like an unwearying killing machine; wherever his main body and Clone went, there were wails everywhere and rivers of blood.

None of these Ghost Cultivators could withstand a single move from Yang Lingchen. Whether it was a Ghost Cultivator officer or a soldier, once hit by him, they would surely die.

His attacks were like a violent storm, sweeping toward groups of Ghost Cultivators.

Batch after batch of Ghost Cultivators were directly hacked into blood mists by him. He was like a god of slaughter, every move and technique a fatal strike.

In just half a cup of tea's time, the entire battlefield had been stained red with blood, and severed limbs were piled up like mountains.

"How bold! You dare to kill my Ghost Cultivator clansmen."

An old man wearing grey robes and a black crown, with a cold expression, was seen stepping on a sword rainbow, rushing toward Yang Lingchen at high speed.

"You half-human, half-ghost things, you had better get out of this space, or my Heavenly Demon Clan will surely annihilate all of you."

Yang Lingchen shouted sternly, his figure turning into an afterimage and instantly disappearing from the spot.

He could feel that the opponent's strength was very high; even if he took a bao yuan pill, he could at best fight to a draw.

Moreover, this was the Ghost Cultivators' home turf, so Yang Lingchen had to temporarily choose to retreat.

However, he had already achieved his goal for today. This slaughter had caused significant losses to the Ghost Cultivators, and he had also taken the opportunity to shift the blame onto the Heavenly Demon Clan.

"Ah... ah... ah...!"

After Yang Lingchen left, the old man with the cold expression roared in anger, "Heavenly Demon Clan, my Netherworld Race Ghost Cultivators will not coexist with you!"

"Lord Ghost King, this Subordinate requests to lead the troops to wipe out these beasts of the Heavenly Demon Clan." A look of hatred flashed in the eyes of a Ghost Cultivator commander.

"Bahu!" the Ghost King said coldly.

"This Subordinate is here," the Ghost Cultivator commander said respectfully.

"Assemble all forces and march with me. This time, I will wipe out all the Heavenly Demon Clan members in the Human Realm."

Cold killing intent flickered in the Ghost King's eyes.

...

At this time, Yang Lingchen, disguised as a Ghost Cultivator, sped all the way in the direction of the Yao Race.

His goal this time was to stir up conflict between the Yao Race and the Ghost Cultivators, and incidentally kill some high-ranking members of the Yao Race to weaken their strength.

Once the three races started fighting each other, Yang Lingchen could take the opportunity to assassinate the high-ranking members of the three races.

Once the strength of these three races was weakened, it would be time for him to lead the Human Race to counterattack.

Of course, the premise was that his cultivation level had to break through to the Seventh Layer of the Cosmos God Realm.