413: A battle between the three major races.

Ten days passed in a flash.

After ten days of traveling, Yang Lingchen finally arrived at the area occupied by the Yao Race.

Upon arriving in this area, Yang Lingchen immediately initiated slaughter mode against the Yao Race.

Given his current strength, as long as he did not encounter the Demon King, basically no member of the Yao Race could withstand a single move from him.

Under the slaughter of Yang Lingchen's Clone and main body, the entire area where the Yao Race resided was filled with wails, and the scene was a river of blood with mountains of corpses.

Facing the suddenly attacking Yang Lingchen, the Yao Race had no defenses at all.

In less than a moment, a battalion of the Yao Race was completely wiped out by Yang Lingchen.

His attacks were like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, sweeping continuously toward the Yao Race.

Wherever he went, Sword Qi raged, and severed limbs flew everywhere.

"Damn Ghost Cultivator, today I will tear you to pieces."

Just then, an angry, sharp female voice rang out.

A middle-aged woman with an alluring figure and revealing clothing instantly blasted a burst of Palm Force toward Yang Lingchen.

"Stinking bitch! I will refine you into a dried corpse sooner or later."

Yang Lingchen sneered, then leaped and transformed into a blood shadow, disappearing into the distant horizon.

The opponent's strength was clearly stronger than his, so he naturally could not stay to fight her head-on.

Seeing Yang Lingchen use the Blood Escape Technique, the Demon King's expression became extremely ugly.

Looking at the corpses of the Yao Race covering the ground, at this moment, she was truly enraged.

"Heiniu," the Demon King said coldly.

"Subordinate is here," a man with a physique as sturdy as a bull responded.

"Assemble all the clansmen. This time, I, the King, will wipe out all the Ghost Cultivators," the Demon King said coldly.

"Queen, what about the Human Race?" Heiniu asked.

"A mere Human Race is nothing to fear. First, follow me to wipe out the Ghost Cultivators," the Demon King said, cold Killing Intent rising in her eyes.

After losing so many clansmen this time, if she did not avenge this grudge, what face would she have to continue being the Queen of the Yao Race?

"Yes, Queen," Heiniu responded respectfully.

At this time, Yang Lingchen was speeding along, rushing toward the direction of the Demon Race.

This time, he intended to go to the area where the Heavenly Demon Clan was located in the guise of the Yao Race and carry out a massive slaughter.

As long as he stirred up a war between the three major races, Yang Lingchen could adopt an assassination mode to continuously weaken the strength of the three races.

Time passed in a flash, and ten days went by.

After traveling for more than ten days, Yang Lingchen finally arrived at the area where the Demon Race was located.

This time, he used the same method to carry out a massive slaughter among the Demon Race and successfully ignited the fury of the Heavenly Demon Clan.

After finishing everything, Yang Lingchen quietly found a place to hide; next, it was time to watch the show.

At this time, the elite Ghost Cultivators, under the leadership of the Ghost King, were charging aggressively toward the direction of the Heavenly Demon Clan.

At the same time, the Yao Race had also assembled all their elites and marched toward the area occupied by the Ghost Cultivators.

Of course, the Demon Race was not idle either; they also took their elite clansmen and headed toward the location of the Yao Race.

As for the Human Race, they had long been cast to the back of their minds.

The three extraterrestrial races had killed over ten billion people during their time descending into the Divine Realm, and they had never encountered a Human Race with the ability to resist.

Therefore, in their eyes, the strength of the Human Race could not be very high; otherwise, they would not have been killed and forced to cower in a corner.

The reason they hadn't completely wiped out the Human Race recently was mainly because the Divine Realm was too vast, and the three races needed time to occupy it.

Recently, the three races had been preparing to completely wipe out the Human Race.

Fortunately, Yang Lingchen had successfully achieved a Breakthrough and come out of seclusion during this time, successfully stirring up the conflicts between the three races; otherwise, under the attacks of the three races, the humans might have suffered heavy losses or even extinction.

Time passed in a flash, and more than half a month went by.

When the Ghost Cultivators arrived at the area occupied by the Demon Race, Qi Basha had already led the Demon Race elites to kill toward the Yao Race.

The angry Ghost King launched a retaliatory slaughter against the Demon Race guarding their old nest.

At the same time, Qi Basha led the Demon Race elites and arrived at the area where the Yao Race was located.

The furious Qi Basha launched a crazy massacre against the remaining Yao Race.

Meanwhile, the Demon King had already led the Yao Race elites to the area where the Ghost Cultivators were located.

The Demon King also used brutal means to slaughter the Ghost Cultivators guarding their old nest completely.

At this moment, the leaders of the three races all received news that their old nests had been attacked.

At this moment, the leaders of the three races were thoroughly enraged.

After all, the clansmen guarding their old nests numbered at least several million, and to have them wiped out by the opponent just like that—anyone would be unable to remain calm!

The great war officially began.

This time, the Demon King led all the Yao Race elites to attack the Demon Race.

And Qi Basha led the Demon Race elites to attack the Ghost Cultivators.

The Ghost Cultivators were naturally not soft persimmons; with their old nest destroyed, how could they let it go? So they also charged toward the Yao Race.

In the end, the three races began to fight on a vast plain.

At this moment, the scene was filled with soaring Killing Intent and smoke; when the three races collided, everyone except their own clansmen could be killed.

They were like a group of machines that had gone mad from killing, each with eyes filled with hatred.

This was an epic chaotic battle; at this moment, the center of the battlefield was a river of blood, wails shook the heavens, corpses lay everywhere, bone fragments flew about, and the air was filled with the smell of slaughter and blood.

The leaders of the three races were also blinded by bloodlust at this moment; they fought from the Void Realm to the ground, and from the ground into the rivers.

And Yang Lingchen was not idle either; his main body and Clone acted like ghosts, constantly weaving back and forth among the three races, and wherever he went, it became a river of blood.

This was a good opportunity to weaken the strength of the three races, and Yang Lingchen would certainly not miss it.

The immortal demon sword in his hand swung continuously; every time he slashed, a head would definitely fly off.

The immortal demon sword in his hand was like the scythe of Hell, frantically reaping lives.

Of course, Yang Lingchen was not stupid; those he killed were all elite powerhouses of the three races; he would certainly not waste time killing ordinary small soldiers.

In the blink of an eye, three hours passed.

Yang Lingchen was still continuously reaping lives; no one would notice who he was, because this was in itself a chaotic battle between three parties.

This battle continued for three days and three nights.

After these three days and nights of chaotic battle, the three races had suffered more than half casualties, but the three parties still had no intention of stopping the battle.

As extraterrestrial races, they were inherently cruel by nature, and furthermore, they were blinded by bloodlust at this moment; even if the supreme ruler came, they would not stop fighting.

Seeing this situation, Yang Lingchen was extremely excited; as long as these three races continued to fight, it would definitely be great news for the Human Race.

At this moment, Yang Lingchen was killing wildly, gradually approaching the leaders of the three races.

He wanted to see if there was a chance to kill one of them.

If he could kill one of the leaders of these three races, it would definitely play a decisive role in the future war situation.

However, to Yang Lingchen's disappointment, the Ghost King, the Demon King, and Qi Basha were all very cautious, and it was difficult for him to find an opportunity to sneak attack.

Although these three were fighting to the death, if Yang Lingchen were to charge out, these three would definitely join forces to destroy him.

Thinking of this, Yang Lingchen continued his slaughter.

At the same time, his Divine Sense was always paying attention to the Demon King, the Ghost King, and Qi Basha; once there was an opportunity, he would rush over at the first moment.

...To be continued!