Chapter 447

Chapter 447: Night Demon Heaven, A Storm Brews

Mu Lin’s meddling left the Night Demon, Nightmare clan, and Mother of the Nest Worms thoroughly worn out.

His success wasn’t entirely his own doing, however.

The Monster tribes had always been distrustful of each other, their bitter hostility giving Mu Lin the perfect chance to stir trouble.

—To Mu Lin, these monsters and evil spirits weren’t like the "friendly" rivalries between the Seven Warring States or Republican-era warlords.

Their relationships resembled those between Sith and Jews, or scalp-hunting colonizers and Native Americans.

Expecting such enemies to unite despite their bloody history? Only ghosts would believe that possible.

So Mu Lin’s task hadn’t been too hard.

When he posed as an envoy to certain tribes, even those who suspected his disguise stayed silent. They promised retreat instead of attacking him.

…

"Choosing retreat over fighting humans? Plenty of clever minds here."

Mu Lin mused, while the Three Major Clans agonized.

Unlike smaller tribes, their power and numbers demanded more territory to survive.

Shallow waters can’t feed dragons.

Other tribes could flee, but these three giants had to confront humanity.

Yet none wanted to sacrifice their own forces.

Though exhausted, Ye Huang rallied himself to declare at the meeting: "Ignore the rumors. Black Mountain holds no spies—only allies."

A hand shot up immediately.

Ye Huang glared at the interrupter.

"State your objection."

"Not objecting. Just reminding our Holy Son… I’m the spy."

As the foreign demon spoke, its body paled and crumpled into a paper figure.

Mu Lin’s presence vanished, leaving dead silence.

The foreign demons and evil spirits eyed each other with open suspicion.

Now, even if told "no traitors exist here," none would believe it.

The Three Major Clans themselves grew doubtful. Trusting other tribes during war? Too risky—allies might stab their backs.

Mu Lin had even planted the perfect excuse:

"Betray the Night Demons and Nightmares during battle. Seize their lands and resources afterward—your best chance to rise."

Whether Mu Lin could keep this promise mattered little. The temptation alone proved irresistible.

Because of Mu Lin’s tempting offers, the Night Demon and Nightmare clans were too afraid to gamble.

As for pushing other demons and monsters to the frontlines… those tribes weren’t fools. They’d never willingly become disposable pawns.

…

Thanks to Mu Lin’s constant meddling, the Endless Demons Conference ended abruptly.

While Mu Lin could exploit distrust between rival tribes, the allied Night Demon and Nightmare clans—along with their vassals—proved harder to divide.

Even infiltrating their private meetings became nearly impossible.

Still, the chaos Mu Lin caused at the grand conference shocked other legions and bought crucial time.

After clearing out smaller tribes, the three major legions finally turned their blades toward the Night Demon and Nightmare clans.

With enemies at their doorstep, both clans grew desperate.

In Night Demon Heaven—a realm swallowed by eternal darkness—the leaders of both clans gathered.

“The humans advance fiercely. Speak your strategies.”

The Night Demon clan’s crown prince, Ye Huang, slammed his fist on the table. “Retreat is impossible. We poured everything into creating this endless nights of darkness. Abandoning This Place would ruin us. We stand or die here.”

A Night Demon elder suggested, “Why not defend? Here, our strength triples while invaders stumble blindly, barely fighting at ten percent power.”

The transformed environment suited the Night Demon clan perfectly. Others struggled even to breathe here.

This was why the Agricultural and Martial Corps, Thunder Legion, and Black Sha Legion had avoided attacking for so long.

But Kang Yan of the Nightmare clan shook her head. “Defending won’t work. I’ve seen human dreams. Their champion Mu Lin can create Yin Soil—a realm mirroring our world. Our soul reflections there make us vulnerable. If they destroy those reflections, we die. Waiting here just lets them fight us on their terms in Yin Soil, stripping our advantage.”

Murmurs swept through the chamber. Mu Lin’s secret technique had already ruined the Gathering of Demons. Now it threatened their last refuge.

Ye Huang’s claws scraped stone. “That half-blood again! He’s the root of all our troubles. How do we kill him?”

“Extremely difficult,” another elder sighed.

“We must try!” Ye Huang roared. “Slay Mu Lin, and this war tilts in our favor!”

“Agreed,” Kang Yan said. “But we can’t just react—we must strike first.”

“Enough gloom!” A war-chief pounded his chest. “Humans aren’t weak, but neither are we! Victory will—”

“Mark my words,” Ye Huang interrupted, “when battle comes, Mu Lin dies first.”

Their decision to attack rippled across the land. Spiritual energy thickened like storm clouds. Smaller tribes fled the impending clash.

This battle would decide the North Wilderness’ fate. Whichever side triumphed would sway other legions and territories.

Every faction watched intently. Even wandering warriors and free cultivators joined the three legions—including Luo Chen, once North Wilderness’ first among humans and Mu Lin’s old rival.

With Luo Chen’s arrival, Mu Lin’s rising value soared further.