Four kilometers west of the Immortal and Demon territory.
From afar.
There was a primitive tribe, simple and backward, with almost no productivity.
Nearly two hundred dilapidated thatched huts were arranged in two rows.
Only at the very back was a two-story house built of wood, but it also looked precarious.
In the open space between the huts, bonfires were burning, and the meat of some unknown animal was being roasted over them. The aroma wafted from afar.
Beside the bonfires, many powerfully built Minotaurs walked back and forth. A quick count revealed three to four hundred of them.
At the entrance of the tribe stood a tall dirt mound, serving as the Minotaur tribe's watchtower.
At this moment, two Minotaurs were standing on the watchtower, on guard.
...
Just then, a clear shout suddenly rang out from not far away.
A sacred figure hovered in the air, waving a white light that swept towards the two Minotaur warriors on the watchtower.
"Master's orders!"
"Annihilate the Torrens tribe of Minotaurs, root and branch, leave none behind!"
"Under the benevolent heavens, the Immortal and Demon territory resolutely forbids the existence of any ugly and evil races!"
"Immortal and Demon Squad! Attack!"
As Xian Qing'er's voice fell, the white light had already turned the two Minotaur warriors on the watchtower into dust.
The other members of the Immortal and Demon Squad simultaneously bowed and shouted in unison:
"Yes! Captain Xian Qing'er!"
"The will of the Immortal and Demon Lord will thoroughly purify this world!"
"Kill!"
After a surge of fierce shouts, sixteen Immortal and Demon figures flew into the Minotaur tribe like streaks of light.
Xian Qing'er flew into mid-air, her body emanating an incomparably sacred white light.
These white lights slowly separated into fifteen streams, enveloping the other fifteen Immortal and Demon soldiers.
The morale of the Immortal and Demon Squad immediately surged by a large margin.
At this moment, the Minotaur warriors busy outside the tribe had also discovered the invasion.
"Woooo..."
A Minotaur warrior anxiously blew a horn, alerting the entire tribe.
The other Minotaur warriors also let out strange cries, their bovine eyes filled with anxiety.
Clearly, these Minotaurs were summoning the other Minotaur warriors in the tribe.
The Immortal and Demon Squad would naturally not miss such a good opportunity to attack.
Under Xian Meng'er's command, the fifteen Immortal and Demon soldiers instantly charged towards the dozens of Minotaur warriors.
Upon seeing this, the Minotaur warriors quickly raised their weapons to meet the Immortal and Demon Squad.
However, with their strength, how could they be a match for the Immortal and Demon Squad?
Xian Qing'er hovered in the air, looking down at the entire Minotaur tribe. A glimmer of compassion shone in her clear eyes.
"Woo... woo... ooooh..."
After just one exchange, only a few faint whimpers were heard. Those dozens of Minotaur warriors were already dead beyond any doubt.
At this moment, all the Minotaur warriors in the tribe had gathered.
There were a total of over nine hundred, each with a strength no less than Rank Four Lower Grade.
At the very front of the formation was a huge, completely red Minotaur.
Its aura was terrifying, like that of an ordinary barbaric beast, making one feel an oppressive pressure.
This powerful Minotaur was the current leader of the Torrens tribe - Lain Bloodhoof!
A being at the peak of Rank Seven, he was undoubtedly the strongest among elite bosses.
"Roar!"
"Woo... woo woo ooh woo woo..."
As Lain appeared, he looked at the sixteen figures of the Immortal and Demon Squad. He first roared up at the sky, then babbled incoherently at Xian Qing'er, saying something.
"Ugly, bloodthirsty race!"
"In my Lord's world, you are not allowed to exist!"
"Moreover, you dared to attack my Lord's territory, which is your path to death!"
Xian Qing'er slowly descended from the sky, stopping diagonally above Lain's head.
Her face still radiated a sacred glow, but her gaze looking down at Lain was filled with disgust and disdain.
Although Minotaurs did not possess high intelligence, they could understand such a look.
Enraged, Lain instantly produced a mountain-splitting giant axe forged from an unknown material.
Immediately, he swung the great axe, and a blood-red light shot directly towards Xian Qing'er's seemingly frail body.
Xian Qing'er watched the incoming red light, her feet gracefully treading a mysterious dance, fluttering in the air.
Instantly, a transparent barrier with a faint golden glow slowly enveloped Xian Qing'er.
At the same time, white light flickered in the air, and the red light gradually dissipated within this white light.
The sacred white lights did not relent, transforming into sharp blades and stabbing towards Lain Bloodhoof.
"Immortal and Demon Squad, heed my command!"
"Annihilate all Minotaurs in the tribe! Leave none alive!"
Xian Qing'er's white light surged again. With a slight parting of her red lips, she issued an order to the Immortal and Demon Squad.
"We obey!"
Xian Meng'er led the remaining Immortals and Demons, bowing their heads in acknowledgment. Then, like tigers descending from the mountains, they charged towards the other Minotaurs.
The next moment, all the hastily resisting Minotaur warriors fell into a panic.
The strength of these fifteen Immortal and Demon soldiers was too great; it was a one-sided massacre.
Not only that, but the aura emanating from these Immortal and Demon soldiers made the Minotaurs hesitant to fight.
It was as if a group of ordinary beasts had suddenly encountered a dozen divine dragons.
That innate sense of oppression was too real!
Thus, the soldiers of the Immortal and Demon Squad fought more valiantly, while the Minotaur warriors quickly suffered heavy casualties.
Beside them, Lain Bloodhoof, who was desperately resisting Xian Qing'er's "gentle" attacks, was anxious but powerless.
Because Xian Qing'er's attacks were almost effortlessly overwhelming, and he was already struggling to defend himself, let alone counterattack or attack.
If Xian Qing'er were to engage him in a head-on battle, Lain Bloodhoof was confident he could defeat her.
However, Xian Qing'er remained in the air, launching ranged attacks at him.
These attacks, though appearing incredibly gentle, were all imbued with deadly killing intent.
In a moment, the enormous Lain Bloodhoof became disheveled and battered.
At this time, more than half of the Minotaur warriors had been killed or wounded.
"Today, in my Lord's name, I grant you the power of purification! If your hearts are benevolent, you shall enter reincarnation!"
Xian Qing'er saw that Lain Bloodhoof had basically lost his ability to resist. She stopped her dance, her jade-like hand moving gracefully.
"Immortal Purification Technique! Seal!"
With a clear cry, Xian Qing'er suddenly raised her arm, her jade-like hand pointing towards the sky.
The next moment, a sacred white light enveloped the entire Minotaur tribe.
For a time, the eyes of all the Minotaurs became incredibly devout. Even the Minotaur warriors put down their weapons and knelt in reverence.
Some warriors who struggled to kneel, as the white light fell upon them, silently turned to dust and slowly vanished in the breeze.
Lain Bloodhoof initially did not want to kneel, but the desire to prostrate himself was already very strong in his heart. Seeing that not doing so would lead to such an end, he naturally dropped his great axe and bowed his head.