In the Immortal and Demon tribes.
Xiao Mo stood on the pavilion, feeling helpless.
The Immortal and Demon soldiers from all four directions were unleashing all sorts of combat skills and magical arts as if they were free.
Less than half an hour into the battle, the area outside the walls was already piled high with demonic beast corpses, resembling small mountains.
The ground was stained a dark crimson with blood.
Even the walls, several meters high, were half-dyed red, as if sprayed with a layer of red paint.
The dwarves of the dwarf tribe defended the gate of the walls, charging bravely, each as if injected with chicken blood.
Even the mercenaries who had surrendered earlier stood at the main gate, and as soon as any scattered demonic beasts broke through the defense line and reached the gate, they would be focused-fired and killed by these mercenaries.
In the entire Immortal and Demon tribe, only Xiao Mo, the fully armed lord, was idle.
Xiao Mo's dream of getting the first kill was proving very difficult to achieve.
"This is truly unbearable! My first kill!"
Xiao Mo sighed helplessly to the heavens, his mood a mixture of joy and sorrow.
Joyful because it indicated the immense power of his Immortal and Demon forces.
As of now, not a single demonic beast had managed to break through the defenses and enter the vicinity of his territory's city.
Even the flying demonic beasts that had been circling his territory had been largely cleared out by soldiers like Mo Wuxin and Xian Qing'er.
Sorrowful because, precisely because of this strength, his loyal Immortal and Demon forces would never allow him to get a first kill.
At this moment, Xiao Mo also noticed that the Immortal and Demon soldiers engaged in battle were occasionally enveloped by golden light descending from the sky.
It was evident that these Immortal and Demon soldiers were all leveling up in battle.
Especially those Immortals and Demons summoned previously using the [Troop Expansion Blueprint].
Their promotion speed was the fastest, and their initial tier was only peak Tier 5, a considerable gap compared to other troops.
Therefore, the "experience points" required for their promotion were significantly less.
Xiao Mo nodded with satisfaction, feeling the spiritual energy in his body growing continuously.
If all went as expected, after this wave of beast tide crisis, his strength would also increase to peak Tier 9.
A peak Tier 9 Lord-level creature was considered a powerhouse even on the entire Primordial Continent.
Within the native forces, Lord-level creatures were the chieftains or clan leaders of certain tribes or races.
It would be even better if he could advance to Tier 10.
Tier 10 creatures were King-level creatures on the continent, capable of being called overlords.
Xiao Mo felt that after this beast tide crisis, at least three to four more Tier 10 Immortals and Demons would emerge among his troops.
Even soldiers like Mo Jingjing, Xian Men'er, Xian Qing'er, and Xian Kuang could directly advance to the Spirit tier.
The Spirit tier corresponded to Tier 11 Spirit-level demonic beasts and native forces.
These were beings many times more powerful than King-level.
These were all matters for the future, but currently, Xiao Mo was still greatly conflicted about not being able to obtain his first kill.
It was like an obsession; the more he couldn't get it, the more he wanted it, otherwise, he felt very uneasy.
But how could these loyal Immortal and Demon soldiers possibly allow any demonic beasts to get close to their master?
Even if one or two demonic beasts slipped through unintentionally, they would be discovered by other Immortal and Demon soldiers and finished off.
Xiao Mo looked at his equipment and the already active [Protection of the Elf Goddess], and directly commanded Mo Wuxin.
"Mo Wuxin! Bring down a small monster, let me spar with it!"
Having made such thorough preparations, it would be a shame not to kill a single monster with all this gear.
"As you command! Master!"
Mo Wuxin hovered in the air, gave Xiao Mo a slight bow, and casually grabbed a flying demonic beast that was flying nearby, punching it squarely on the head.
The flying demonic beast was dazed, its head likely buzzing.
Then, Mo Wuxin dragged the dazed flying demonic beast to Xiao Mo.
"Damn it..."
Xiao Mo looked at the limp flying demonic beast lying on the ground and felt like thousands of mythical creatures called "grass-mud horses" were galloping across his head.
Should he kill this thing or not?
In the end, Xiao Mo gritted his teeth, raised his spear high, and thrust it down fiercely, as if venting all his frustration onto this single strike.
The flying demonic beast naturally perished under this spear.
Mo Wuxin blinked, looked at Xiao Mo, and asked respectfully in a deep voice:
"My Lord! Do you require your subordinate to send you more demonic beasts?"
"Cough cough..."
Hearing Mo Wuxin's words, Xiao Mo choked on his own breath, coughed violently, and waved his hand.
"Forget it, forget it! Go about your business!"
"As you command! My Lord!"
Mo Wuxin bowed respectfully and turned to fly into the sky. However, Xiao Mo did not notice the sly smile that curved Mo Wuxin's lips at that moment.
Xiao Mo felt utterly bored.
What was the point of letting him catch a few half-dead demonic beasts?
Killing a few monsters that couldn't fight back was no better than him staying put in the rear and enjoying himself.
After all, out of sight, out of mind. You all deal with your demonic beasts, and I'll continue my leisurely life.
Then, as usual, Xiao Mo went to the top of the pavilion and opened the [World Chat Channel] to browse the latest news.
On the table beside him were jerky, fruits, and honey water.
At this moment, if any other lord saw Xiao Mo's current state, they would likely be so envious they'd spit blood.
Damn it!
While his brothers were fighting desperately against the beast tide, you were leisurely sitting aside and watching the show.
The chat channel's popularity was dropping sharply.
After all, all the lords were focused on resisting the beast tide, and who had the time to engage in idle chatter in the chat channel.
Those who could still post in the chat channel were basically lone wanderers who had given up their lord status.
They had no territory, so they were not affected by the beast tide and could speak freely in the chat channel.
[Oh my! This beast tide is truly fierce! Thankfully, I retreated long ago!]
[Looking at it, another large batch of lords will not see tomorrow's dawn!]
[Tsk tsk tsk! Who told them not to listen to the elders! If they had switched to being lone wanderers earlier, none of this would have happened! Such idiots!]
[Don't forget! Many lords looked down on us lone wanderers!]
[What's wrong with being a lone wanderer! One day, we will prove with our actions that lone wanderers can also flatten territorial forces!]
[That's right!]
[Look at the points leaderboard! Why is it so strange! Qianmo大佬 is not among the top five!]
[I saw it too! Let alone the top five, Qianmo isn't even in the top fifteen!]
[Qianmo's troops aren't Immortal and Demon? Can Xiao Mo not even make it into the top fifteen?]
[What about Immortal and Demon? They're not creators! There are at least tens of thousands of lords with top-tier troops! They are all frantically grinding points, so it's not strange for someone to surpass Qianmo!]
[So, is Qianmo大佬 starting to decline since the beast tide began?]
[Is there even a need to ask? Once that unique special benefit is obtained by another top lord, Qianmo will naturally be kicked off the altar!]
[Hahaha... If this situation really happens, it will be incredibly exciting! I'm really looking forward to it!]