"Ah!!!"
Feng Mos, pinned in place by Mo Jingjing's confinement spell, let out increasingly tragic screams.
The dark demonic flames, seemingly devoid of heat, were instead burning his body and soul.
The intense pain made Feng Mos wish for death.
He desperately struggled, but his body remained utterly immobile.
Mo Jingjing's Demonic Confinement could restrain any creature within the same tier.
Although Feng Mos's strength was at the peak of the ninth tier, his cultivation realm was still within the ninth tier.
Seeing that he could not move, Feng Mos began to draw upon his internal spiritual energy, intending to detonate it to break free from the restraint.
However, such a minor maneuver could not escape the notice of Mo Jingjing, a general of the Demon Race.
"How can those who dare to defy my master break free from their shackles?"
"Chaotic Demon Dance!"
As the words fell, Mo Jingjing surged forward, her black demonic sword transforming into a flurry of afterimages.
From a distance, it appeared as if a beautiful, seductive demoness was performing a blood-pumping sword dance.
The sword shadows swiftly reached Feng Mos.
Unable to move, Feng Mos naturally could not dodge.
"Clang, clang, clang..."
After a series of metallic clashes, Mo Jingjing reappeared in her original position.
Feng Mos's confinement was also lifted.
Feng Mos, who had believed himself doomed to die, now opened his eyes.
He subtly moved a finger, then threw his head back and laughed heartily.
"I thought you were strong, but it turns out you're just like this!"
"I doubt you could even break through my defensive armor!"
His face was contorted with a ferocious expression.
Mo Jingjing's lips curled into a cold smile, and she mockingly regarded Feng Mos.
"Is that so?"
"In that case, your soul will be annihilated along with you!"
Upon hearing Mo Jingjing's words, Feng Mos suddenly froze.
He abruptly felt a liquid flowing from his neck and quickly reached up to wipe it away.
Then, he saw his hand covered in blood, followed by a gush of blood erupting from his neck.
It turned out that due to the bone-chilling pain earlier, Feng Mos had not even realized that his major artery had been severed.
The crimson blood, initially flowing out, now erupted like a small fountain as Feng Mos's emotions surged.
Following that, under Feng Mos's terrified gaze, Mo Jingjing raised her hand and unleashed a blast of black light that pierced directly into Feng Mos's forehead.
The ninth-tier peak lord-level dwarf chieftain's body instantly exploded, his soul even losing the chance for reincarnation.
After Feng Mos had completely vanished, a pale golden blueprint slowly floated up from where he had stood.
Mo Jingjing collected the blueprint, then looked at her hand and frowned.
"My current strength is truly too weak!"
"I must quickly improve my power!"
After all, as a general of the Demon Race, she was already unrivaled among her peers.
The confinement spell she had cast should have restrained the dwarf chieftain's spiritual energy as well.
However, she had failed to do so, nearly allowing the dwarf chieftain to break free.
This left Mo Jingjing somewhat disappointed with her current strength.
Meanwhile, Xian Qing'er and Xian Meng'er on the side were somewhat dumbfounded.
Was this formidable strength still considered weak?
But upon recalling the power of a general of the Immortal Race, they understood.
Beings at the general level of the Immortal and Demon races possessed unfathomable power, which they truly couldn't imagine.
...
With Feng Mos dead, the remaining dwarf warriors were naturally no match.
Soon, the remaining over two hundred surviving dwarf warriors were completely routed.
"Immortal Purification Spell! Activate!"
Xian Qing'er once again cast the Purification Spell.
Very quickly, the eyes of these dwarf warriors gradually turned devout, and they dropped their weapons, kneeling on the ground motionless.
The battle neared its end.
Subsequently, immortal light and demonic mist began to swirl around the members of the Immortal Demon team.
Xian Qing'er directly advanced to the peak of the ninth tier.
Although Xian Meng'er remained at the mid-ninth tier, she was not far from the peak of the ninth tier.
As for Mo Jingjing, due to her starting point and potential, her improvement was not significant, still a hair's breadth away from the ninth-tier peak.
The other troop types also experienced substantial gains.
Thus, the strength of the Immortal Demon team had once again improved.
One ninth-tier peak.
Two ninth-tier mid-rank, though one's true combat power was unfathomable.
One ninth-tier low-rank.
Two eighth-tier peak.
Three eighth-tier mid-rank.
Three eighth-tier low-rank.
Four seventh-tier peak.
Three seventh-tier mid-rank.
Four seventh-tier low-rank.
Two sixth-tier peak.
Two sixth-tier mid-rank.
Three sixth-tier low-rank.
...
At the same time.
Within the Immortal Demon territory.
A dazzling golden light once again enveloped Xiao Mo.
As the golden light dissipated, Xiao Mo's strength advanced to the sixth tier.
That is, the realm of unity between form and spirit.
Compared to the Immortal Demon troops who gained spiritual energy by directly killing enemies.
The spiritual energy he obtained was undoubtedly small.
But no matter how small, it was still an immense quantity.
Moreover, the enemies killed today included many high-level creatures.
Just today, the Immortal Demon team had slain one ninth-tier peak lord, four eighth-tier commanders, six seventh-tier elite-level, and dozens of elite-level creatures from peak fifth-tier to peak sixth-tier.
Coupled with nearly eight hundred dwarf warriors.
The total amount of "experience points" was undoubtedly terrifying.
With his strength advancing to the sixth tier, a heavy stone finally lifted from Xiao Mo's heart.
This was because the lowest standard for the Immortal Demon troops was sixth-tier low-rank.
Only now had he managed to barely keep pace with his troops.
As the master of the Immortal Demon troops, he naturally wished for his own tier to be as high as possible.
Furthermore, after the beginner's protection period ended, he would have to go out hunting with the Immortal Demon team.
Without sufficient self-preservation capabilities, he would become a burden to the Immortal Demon team.
Now, with the strength of the sixth tier, he could at least protect himself in the wilderness, right?
However, such things could not be rushed.
Moreover, Xiao Mo felt that he should be the fastest-advancing among all lords.
Most lords' troops had not yet reached the sixth tier, let alone the lords themselves.
Therefore, Xiao Mo's title of "Strongest Lord" was not solely due to the strength of his territory and troops.
It naturally included his own strength.
As the Immortal Demon team grew in size and the battles became more frequent, his strength would improve even faster.
He believed that before long, he would surpass all of his Immortal Demon troops.
Following that, another information prompt appeared before Xiao Mo.
After glancing at it, Xiao Mo's expression turned exceptionally excited.
[Killed ninth-tier lord-level dwarf chieftain, gained +400 spiritual energy, +200 Immortal Demon Stones, +1 blueprint, +1 top-tier equipment.]
[Pacified dwarf tribe, obtained +400 Immortal Demon Stones, +2 Soul Crystals, and various resources such as wood, stone, and iron essence!]
Seeing such momentous news, Xiao Mo's face immediately lit up.
The Immortal Demon team had not only killed the dwarf chieftain but had also pacified the entire dwarf tribe.
This was absolutely the biggest drop rate in the past nine days.
Furthermore, the dropped items were definitely more than just these.
As a ninth-tier peak lord, what tier of equipment would the dwarf chieftain possess?