Chapter 832 (2/2)

Nine Nether answered, “It was, of course, occupied by the extraterritorial races. Even though we had repelled the aggression, we had also suffered heavy losses. There was insufficient strength to recover the lost land, and all we could do was guard the remaining continents.”

Mu Chen kept quiet as he was quite shocked. Although he had not interacted with anyone from the extraterritorial races, they were still the biggest weight in the hearts of the top powers in the Great Thousand World. It was like a fishbone getting stuck in the throat.

“But don’t worry too much about it. Even though numerous top powers from the Great Thousand World perished in that ancient battle, we still have a galaxy of talents and big shots such as the Martial Ancestor—the father of Lin Jing, whom we met in the City of Trade. Or the Flame Emperor from the Endless Fire Territory, whose daughter was the girl you met at the Dragon-Phoenix Rift. Or the caretaker from the Land of All Tombs. Last but not least, the Green Shirt Sword Saint from the Sword City…”

Nine Nether smiled. “All these great people were considered the invincible masters in the ancient times. Their strength can never be underestimated. If the extraterritorial races were to create trouble, these people would definitely help.”

Mu Chen nodded. As he listened to Nine Nether reciting all the big names from the Great Thousand World with her rosy lips, he could not help but feel excited about it. This is how it should be when one became a top power.

He was hoping that one day, he would be able to stand on the top of this world without any fear of obstacles lying in front of him.

Phew…

Mu Chen took a deep breath to suppress his excitement. That was his goal, to become stronger. He had the confidence to reach that level, and he believed that he could do it. But he needed time to grow.

Right now, he needed a chance to make himself stronger.

The people from the top level of Daluo Territory gathered on a hilltop in the Red Plains. Mandela was standing at the highest point with her hands clasped behind her. She may have seemed small in size, but the sense of oppression she exuded could even make top powers like the Third Prince lower his head in respect.

“We have entered the Meteorfall Battlefield. I can sense that the rest of the people have stormed into this place. The current battlefield has turned into a war zone.” Mandela’s faint voice resounded in everyone’s ears.

“We will start following our plans now. The Third Prince and I will detect the secret hiding location of the Earthly Sovereign, and the mission for snatching the Meteorfall Alchemy will fall on everyone.”

Mandela looked closely at everyone. “I hope you all will not let me down.”

“We will do our best!” the lords said with stern voices.

Mandela nodded before she waved her hand, and light rays beamed towards the lords.

Mu Chen and the rest of them felt something in their hands. The rays turned into scrolls with a simple map on each one of them. Apparently, everyone had a different piece of the map.

“There is a relic on each of the maps in your hands. This is the only information we have currently, and if you want to get more information about the relics, you will have to explore on your own.”

“Yes!” The lords all nodded.

Mandela did not speak any further. She swept her golden gaze on the lords and paused briefly on Mu Chen. Her chin dipped quite unnoticeably to remind him to be careful.

Mandela’s move was very subtle, hence none of the lords noticed. After all, she could not show any differential treatment at this time.

Mandela took a deep breath and said, “Since the instructions are clear, all lords will lead your various troops and set off.”

The lords nodded and headed back to the place where their respective troops were. As the commands were issued, the earth rumbled, and beams of light flitted out from the main army of the Daluo Territory. They were howling like the wind in all different directions.

Mu Chen and Nine Nether did not go their separate ways, as the Nine Nether Troops would be split as well. This would not be a good move for them. After all, to fight single-handedly in this Meteorfall Battlefield had no benefits at all.

Therefore, both of them combined their troops, and the soldiers flitted out at a hand signal. The scene was spectacular.

As the troops left the main army one by one, the size of the original army shrank rapidly. Mandela stood on the hill, looking in the direction where the troops had left. She tightly clenched her small fist.

The stage was finally set for the Big Hunting War.