1113: Steady progress

If Ice Purity knew what Bai Ziting was thinking at this moment, the little fellow would probably tell Bai Ziting with a mischievous delight.

Be more confident; remove 'probably'.

However, Ice Purity, who was just about to show off after seeing Bai Ziting, was suddenly recalled into the Beast Pet Space by Wang Chen before she could react.

Wang Chen, well aware of the little fellow's mischievous nature, didn't want his Senior Brother Bai Ziting to be disheartened.

That would be too undignified.

"Speaking of which, Little Ice Purity has grown so big?"

"His size in battle form is almost comparable to a T1-class transport airship."

Seeing Ice Purity disappear, Bai Ziting patted his chest and said with some emotion.

It must be said, compared to the tiny little one he saw last time, Ice Purity of that size just now was truly imposing.

"Haha, the little fellow eats too much now; I can barely afford to feed him."

Wang Chen smiled at the remark, then asked,

"Senior Brother, why aren't you with Old Zhang? Why did you suddenly come to me?"

"Look, what kind of talk is that?"

"My position is Marshal's Secretary!"

Bai Ziting looked at Wang Chen with some grievance, his "resentful" gaze giving Wang Chen goosebumps.

"Hahaha, no more jokes."

Seeing Wang Chen's slight disgust, Bai Ziting smiled contentedly, then he said seriously,

"Old Zhang just now sensed strong energy fluctuations here and guessed that you were fighting someone, so he sent me to check and also to ask for your instructions."

"Currently, the Dead Spirit Race's resistance is very low, and the four route armies are advancing very smoothly, encountering almost no decent resistance."

"Old Zhang asks you if we should temporarily abandon the Dead Spirit cities along the way and head straight for the Dead Spirit Holy City to decapitate all high-ranking Dead Spirit Race members first?"

Compared to the war with the Blood Clan, the war against the Dead Spirit Race was simply too easy for the Dragon Country Army.

Having witnessed the power of military formations for the first time, as well as various terrifying magic-guided weapons with large-scale destructive power, the Dead Spirit Race was completely bewildered from the start.

Now, the four route armies have basically each captured two Dead Spirit Race cities along their planned march routes.

If they push harder before dark, it's not impossible to capture another city.

This smooth advance speed surprised the expeditionary force's soldiers.

Logically, the Netherworld is a large world just like Blue Star and the Blood Clan World, but the current development of the war made them feel as if they had entered a Small World and were bullying children.

"Hmm..."

"Senior Brother, please tell Old Zhang that we should still proceed according to the original plan."

Wang Chen thought for a moment and decided to stick to the previously discussed plan.

"We cannot push them too hard. The Dead Spirit Race's strength is not weak, and they also have a powerful combatant who has reached the Controller level. If we don't give them a little hope, these guys will have their morale completely destroyed, throw caution to the wind, and just flee, which would be a huge problem."

"After all, they came from outside the domain a thousand years ago; perhaps they have some means of escape."

Looking at Bai Ziting, Wang Chen said seriously.

"Alright!"

"Since you have such considerations, I will go back and inform Old Zhang."

Bai Ziting nodded, then suddenly chuckled.

"Hehe!"

"I feel Old Zhang will be very disappointed to hear your decision. He prides himself on his status, and after acting once, he's too embarrassed to snatch experience from us juniors. Now he's probably so idle his bones are itching."

"Senior Brother, you're talking behind Old Zhang's back. Be careful he doesn't find out and make things difficult for you when you get back."

Wang Chen couldn't help but smile at the remark, but quickly straightened his face and put on a serious expression.

"What's there to fear?"

Bai Ziting, however, was not flustered at all, his expression somewhat unconcerned.

"Junior Brother, you are the supreme commander of the Expeditionary Group Army. Will you really stand by and watch Old Zhang control me?"

"Alright, I'll go back and report first. You be careful."

"The Mother Goddess of the Undead is a tenth-tier after all. If you encounter her, don't try to be brave; quickly run towards the legion."

"Then, activate the military formation and kill her directly!"

After giving Wang Chen a few instructions, Bai Ziting quickly returned to the Eastern Route Army.

Those "beasts" were all getting carried away snatching experience; if he returned late, he might not even get a drop of soup.

"The Mother Goddess of the Undead, huh?"

"She probably doesn't dare to come out for now."

Seeing his Senior Brother's hurried figure disappear into the sky, Wang Chen shook his head and smiled.

When he led the army to the Netherworld, seeing the Dead Spirit Race contract their forces, he vaguely guessed that something was wrong with the Mother Goddess of the Undead's state.

She probably paid a considerable price when breaking the two-layered world barrier and intensifying the erosion and pollution of the world's Origin on the moon.

Afterward.

As he "stirred up trouble" in various parts of the Central Region, successively slaying several Dead Spirit ninth-tier Peak powerhouses, and now with the army pressing and attacking, the Mother Goddess of the Undead still hadn't appeared.

This made Wang Chen even more certain of his guess: something was wrong with the Mother Goddess of the Undead's state, and she was likely recovering from injuries now.

Normally, at this time, one should strike while the enemy is down.

However, for Wang Chen, the stronger the Mother Goddess of the Undead, the greater the benefits he could obtain.

Moreover, his current combat power could already rival a newly ascended tenth-tier powerhouse, and Zhang Zhilong, commanding the army and mobilizing the power of the military formation, could also unleash tenth-tier combat power at any time.

Two against one, fighting a monster resurrected from a crippled body—how could they lose!

So, what Wang Chen was considering now was how to maximize his own interests.

"I hope the Mother Goddess of the Undead is sensible enough to recover from her injuries before coming out to seek death."

"Otherwise, I'll just have to reluctantly kill her prematurely!"

Shaking his head, Wang Chen thought with some amusement, then concealed his figure and flew towards the Dead Spirit Holy City.

Next, before the four route armies reached the Dead Spirit Holy City, he would cut off all support forces sent out by the Dead Spirit Holy City.

...

At the same time.

While the war was in full swing, the various factions of the Netherworld Human Clan had basically been forgotten, or rather, in their life-and-death struggle against their mortal enemies, the Dead Spirit, they had completely become bystanders.

"What terrifying strength!"

"The battle has progressed to the point where the Dead Spirit Race has already had eight city-level settlements destroyed, with over a million casualties."

"Yet, the warriors from Dragon Country haven't even suffered any reductions in their numbers."

On the banks of the Canglan River, the Grand Elders of the Eight Great Sacred Grounds gathered here, using the continuous roar of the Canglan River's mighty waters to conceal their traces, while simultaneously casting water mirror spells to observe the battle hundreds of miles away.

"We had already tried our best to overestimate the strength of this Dragon Country army before, but now, upon seeing them, we still underestimated them."

"If the army dispatched by Dragon Country possesses such strength, their inherent power must be even more terrifying. I hope that going forward, everyone will put away their petty thoughts."

"They can easily annihilate Dead Spirit city-level settlements; they can just as easily trample over the mountain gates of your Sacred Grounds!"

Qing Yunzi looked at the people beside him, whose expressions varied, and spoke coldly.