Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

Chapter 67 Oh no, the demons might see this.

Lin Mo pointed to the back of his head.

"Do you remember when I told you to attack this place back in Lostia?"

Fendona: "!!!"

Lin Mo leaned the back of his head closer.

"Could you please aim here and try again?"

Fendona's cheeks flushed red as she stole a glance at Elder Muyu and Kyle.

Kyle urged him impatiently.

"Stop dawdling. If it's not working, I'd be happy to help."

Lin Mo quickly raised his hand.

"Thank you, there's no need for you to do that."

"Fendona, hurry up!"

"Just control your strength and let me pass out."

Upon hearing this, Fendona had no choice but to walk behind Lin Mo and clench her little fists.

Lin Mo closed his eyes, looking as if he were bravely going to his execution.

"bring it on!"

"Bang."

A muffled thud.

Lin Mo: "..."

"Put some effort into it. I'm at the second-tier physique now, it's fine."

"Oh, oh."

Fendona took a breath, raised her knife, and threw a punch.

"Bang!"

Lin Mo, who was lying face down, suddenly went limp and collapsed onto the blanket, unconscious.

Fendona felt her cheeks burning and silently walked back into the crowd.

Kyle didn't look at her; all his attention was focused on Lin Mo.

The surrounding monks were also completely absorbed.

Just then, the magic crystal that Lin Mo was holding in his mouth vanished into thin air.

Several detection crystals at the edge of the auxiliary magic circle suddenly lit up, emitting a buzzing sound.

A spatial ripple, barely perceptible to the naked eye, emanated from Lin Mo and shot straight into the depths of the night sky.

"Now!"

Kyle whispered.

"Lock onto it! Analyze the coordinates!"

Several holy mages immediately took action, chanting incantations and making complex hand seals in front of them.

Several beams of holy light shot out, weaving into a net of light that firmly captured the fleeting spatial ripples.

At the center of the light network, a series of incantations flashed and recombine rapidly.

"Coordinates...locked!"

A monk shouted.

Kyle appeared in the center of the massive teleportation base in a flash.

He raised his staff high, and solemn incantations flowed from his mouth.

The magical elements throughout the valley began to surge wildly, converging madly towards the teleportation base.

"Buzz—!"

A white beam of energy suddenly shot up from the teleportation base, tearing through the night and piercing the sky!

Where the beam of light passed, the clouds were pierced, forming a huge hole.

It was as if a hole had been punched in the sky.

A powerful energy fluctuation emanated from the valley and spread outwards in all directions.

The ground shook slightly.

In the distant town of Firefly, countless elves were awakened by this strange phenomenon and looked in this direction in horror.

"this...."

Elder Muyu, Fendona, and the others were speechless with shock at the sight before them.

This is the power of a sixth-tier archmage.

Elder Muyu's aged face was a mixture of excitement and shock as he murmured:

"This is the astral teleportation technique that the Holy Human Race has inherited for ten thousand years!"

But soon, his expression suddenly changed.

He suddenly turned his head and looked towards the distant east.

That direction leads to the city of Emerald Leaf, which is occupied by the demons.

"not good!"

Elder Mu Yu's voice was strained.

"Such a huge commotion... the demons might be able to see it!"

......

The Demon Clan, the City of Emerald Leaves.

The once colossal World Tree, radiating starlight, is now nothing more than a withered shell.

The bark was dry and cracked, ashen in color, and the sparse leaves drooped, revealing a sickly, waxy yellow hue.

Deep, bone-revealing scars covered the tree trunk, within which dark purple demonic runes wriggled, drawing life essence from the ancient tree.

The trees and the ground were filled with a dark mass of demon soldiers.

A bottomless pit was forcibly carved out of the roots of the enormous World Tree.

Inside the pit, countless goblin-like lesser demons swung their pickaxes, creating a constant clanging sound.

They would put the energy crystals they dug out into bamboo baskets on their backs, and then be driven out of the mine by burly four-armed overseers with long whips, limping along.

The crystals were poured onto the ground, piling up into small mountains that shimmered with various colors of light.

Several colossal magical beasts, comparable in size to city walls, lay on the side of the mountain, opened their enormous mouths, swallowed the crystals, then turned around and heavily crawled towards the distant rear of the demon race.

From a distance, the entire route was lined with these enormous transport monsters.

On a thick branch of the World Tree, a platform has been artificially cut out.

A figure stood at the edge of the platform, looking down at everything below.

It was clad in black plate armor that was forged into its flesh and blood, and the armor was covered with hideous bone spikes.

Two thick horns curved upwards from the sides of the helmet, like two scimitars ready to be unleashed.

Volaz, a sixth-tier demon leader.

One of its lieutenants stood by its side, speaking tremblingly in the demon language.

"Commander, today's crystal production... is slightly lower than a few days ago."

"The mineral vein beneath this World Tree is almost depleted and we need to continue digging downwards, but it has already collapsed multiple times."

Volaz didn't turn around, but impatiently tapped the bone railing in front of him with his knuckles covered in metal gauntlets.

"A bunch of trash." Volaz's voice was hoarse, like two pieces of metal rubbing together.

The adjutant's body trembled.

Woraz turned around and stared at his adjutant.

"Immortals are born on our home planet all the time; they need to return to its embrace, no matter how many die!"

"But high-ranking demons require a constant supply of energy to be born; it is the very energy that allows our great demon race to conquer all realms!"

The home planet is the main base of the demon race, a very special celestial body.

Its size is enormous, dozens of times that of Earth. Its environment is extremely harsh to humans, but it is the best breeding ground for demons, from which countless bizarre creatures are born, like hell.

From the moment they were born, they were vicious and cruel, constantly killing each other.

This chaotic slaughter only ended when a demon race creature ravaged the entire planet, stood atop the world, ruled over all demons, and proclaimed himself the Demon Emperor.

However, this home planet is special, constantly giving birth to all kinds of monsters, which causes the living space to be infinitely squeezed.

In the struggle for living space, war soon broke out again.

To maintain order in the world, the Demon Emperor had no choice but to assemble a massive army and launch an attack on an alien planet.

While plundering resources, they consume low-level monsters, and the resources are used to enhance the strength of elite demons, helping them to lead the low-level demons and continue to attack other alien planets, forming a virtuous cycle and rapidly growing stronger.

This is the reason behind Wollatz's remarks.

"By order of this commander, double the number of those lesser demons mining!" Volaz roared.

"Within six months, I want this tree to be completely turned into a pile of useless wood!!"

"Yes, sir!" the adjutant replied quickly.

The fact that the World Tree has turned into wood means that the mineral veins beneath it have been completely depleted.

Just then, Woraz suddenly turned his head.

A strange buzzing sound seemed to come from the air.

Based on the direction from which the sound came, Woraz looked up in confusion.

In the distant western sky, a pure white beam of energy tore through the dark clouds and pierced straight into the heavens!