Chapter 443

Chapter 443: Mu Lin: Who Dares Claim Invincibility Before Me? Who Dares Speak of Being Undefeated!

Slaughtering eight million monsters and evil spirits in a single day—this horrifying speed of annihilation left both the watching foreign creatures and other legions utterly stunned.

“Hiss… The Agricultural and Martial Corps, Black Sha Legion, and Thunder Legion—are they truly this formidable when united?”

“It makes no sense. If they were this strong, how did the monsters and evil spirits nearly crush them earlier and seize so much territory? They couldn’t have been acting all this time, could they?”

“Acting? Impossible.”

While some refused to believe it, others pieced together clues:

“Past defeats and current victories prove something changed within the Agricultural and Martial Corps and Black Sha Legion. In recent months, none of the three legions saw an Earth Immortal achieve advancement to Heavenly Master. Thus, the only variable… is Mu Lin joining them.”

“Mu Lin? The so-called ‘first among humans,’ that peerless prodigy? But even he can’t single-handedly reverse the fortunes of three legions across thousands of miles!”

Blinded by narrow perspectives and old assumptions, some refused to accept Mu Lin’s solo impact. Yet others defended it:

“Why not? Your limitations don’t bind him. Mu Lin is humanity’s acknowledged top genius—a once-in-an-era anomaly. His power defies common sense. Him turning the tide? Perfectly logical.”

With eight million monsters and evil spirits slain as proof, believers of Mu Lin’s influence prevailed. Meanwhile, the demons’ retreat and Mu Lin’s extraordinary prowess sparked realizations:

“Heavens! That many slaughtered in one day… Could the Black Sha Legion, Thunder Legion, and Agricultural and Martial Corps actually win this war?”

Excitement spread like wildfire.

“Success would carve a sanctuary in the North Wilderness!”

“More than one! If those legions purge their lands, they’ll free up forces to aid others!”

The cultivators of Tianwu City’s legions grew feverish. Mu Lin had revived three legions—and if those legions assisted others, the entire North Wilderness might awaken.

“Wait—they needn’t even spread themselves thin. Our Frostblade Legion rivals the Black Sha! If Mu Lin helped them, he can help us too!”

“With Mu Lin, hope lives!”

“Mu Lin’s the linchpin!”

Legion representatives schemed to recruit Mu Lin post-battle—but slower minds already lagged. Keen strategists urged immediate action:

“Cleansing demons benefits all humanity. Convince our commander to aid Mu Lin’s purge now! When their lands are secure, they’ll prioritize allies who fought beside them.”

Some focused on the three legions; craftier minds targeted Mu Lin directly:

“We’re too distant and weakened to send troops. How else to catch Mu Lin’s eye…?”

The Moonview Legion’s strategist snapped his fingers:

“Mu Lin follows the Methods of the Divine Path. Order our entire tribe to worship him as their god.”

"I can’t believe Mu Lin would refuse to aid his own devout believers while having spare power to help outsiders!"

…

The overwhelming victories of the three major legions threw Tianwu City into turmoil. Strategists schemed to curry favor with Mu Lin’s group, hoping to secure their postwar support.

Yet among them lurked pessimists, self-proclaimed rationalists, and God Path cultivators who despised Mu Lin’s growing influence.

One’s fiercest rivals always walk the same path.

Immortal Path cultivators fared better—absorbing spiritual energy and comprehending the laws of heaven and earth rarely clashed with others’ interests. Still, bloody wars erupted between sects over spiritual veins and rare treasures.

But God Path cultivators faced fiercer strife. Believers were finite, and devout believers could pledge loyalty to only one master or pantheon. Thus, every God Path practitioner became another’s enemy.

These enemies naturally scorned Mu Lin’s rapid rise, dismissing his military campaign as reckless haste. Yet they argued shrewdly, avoiding empty contrarianism.

"You gravely underestimate the monsters and evil spirits. The Agricultural and Martial Corps triumphed through surprise assaults."

"Once the demons and monsters regroup, the three legions will falter. Threatened foreign demons and evil spirits won’t allow retreat—forcing endless combat."

"Then we slaughter them all."

General Chang Shengtian countered, "Simpler said than done. Investigate properly: the legions targeted weak foes during ambushes. Now only hardened enemies remain—entrenched in fortresses and natural strongholds."

…

His words mirrored certain demons’ calculations. While many foreign demons and evil spirits quaked at the legions’ thunderous strikes, others felt untouchable.

The Fly Frog clan and Earth Worm clan typified this arrogance.

Fly Frogs resembled giant toads, their pitted backs swarming with flies. This symbiotic pair spread plagues and toxins. After claiming a swamp, they saturated it with poisons and Toxic Mist—deadly even to cultivators. Attacking legions would collapse from toxins before glimpsing their foes. Sheltered in poison, the clan felt invincible.

Earth Worms mirrored giant segmented worms, their mouths bristling with layered teeth shredding all matter. Masters of burrowing, they lurked deep underground. Crushing their tunnels with earth spells proved futile—the Worms themselves excelled at earth magic, outmatching Black Sha Legion and Thunder Legion practitioners. The legions stood baffled before these subterranean experts.

In this situation, hiding underground, they naturally felt secure.

Though feeling safe, humanity’s massive actions made the elders and leaders of these foreign demons and evil spirits hold a meeting to discuss countermeasures.

Not all foreign demons and evil spirits were warlike. Some Fly Frog clansmen wanted to stay out of it.

"Humans can’t threaten us. Let’s ignore this war and watch them fight other monsters and evil spirits. They’re all our enemies anyway – whoever dies works in our favor."

Sadly, only a few thought this way. Most wanted to wipe out humans completely.

"I disagree. Their slogan about eradicating all monsters and evil spirits reveals their greedy nature. If humans gain power, they’ll never spare us. We should destroy them now and expand our territory."

"I side with Third Elder. All humans deserve death… unless they offer 100,000 sacrifices yearly."

"We could negotiate terms. Let’s wait until humans are locked in fierce battles with other monsters, then demand 100,000 human livestock and sacrifices."

"If they agree, we stay out. If not, we attack from behind."

Third Elder: "Good plan. But if they pay up, do we really stay neutral?"

Fifth Elder: "Of course… not! Hahaha!"

Confident in their underground advantage, the Fly Frog clan grew careless.

They even toyed with the idea of tormenting humans for fun.

They saw nothing wrong with this mindset.

"Blame yourselves for acting recklessly."

"How dare you start this war that unites all monsters and evil spirits? You’re signing your own death warrant!"

Even after seeing humans slaughter eight million monsters in one day, the Fly Frog leader remained convinced monsters would win.

He believed many creatures were beyond human control – including his own clan.

Just then, BANG! The meeting room door crashed open.

A tribesman stumbled in, trembling violently.

The leader prepared to scold this breach of protocol. But before he could speak, the guard shrieked:

"Leader! Elders! Disaster! Our people are dying!"

"Who died?!"

The leaders froze, imagining some high-ranking death. The leader feared for his son. Elders thought of their own children.

Smarter ones guessed: "Did human elites slip past our defenses? Kill our children playing outside?"

But the guard’s next words turned their blood to ice:

"Not someone! EVERYONE!"

"Our tribe… nearly wiped out!"

"?!?!"