In Yucheng, Zhao Xianzong hid in the clouds, listening to the shouts of hundreds of millions of people below, his expression was also inexplicable.

Although the monks of this world seemed to be not strong, this imposing state of affairs was the only one he had seen in a hundred years.

"In this way, the human race will only rise up if it is driven to the brink. If the Terrans of the mortal plane had such a united state of affairs, then the Demon Race would definitely be wiped out, and the Terrans of the Spirit Realm would not be in dire straits!"

The size of this world is endless, and it is roughly estimated that it is at least as large as the human realm of the mortal plane.

After the arrival of the Ten Thousand Races, the Terrans were trapped in this small land, and they knew nothing about the affairs outside of this vast world except for the few races with which they had interacted with them.

Mangdang Mountain is located in the territory of the Demon Clan, and Wang Dashan secretly invaded and arranged the Yin Luo Banner there.

The angels are attracted by its immense power and are fighting against the demons.

The Seven Cities of the Terran also planned to be the Yellow Sparrow.

Originally, the introduction of this matter was not the case, but it was intended that the elven clan would lure the army of the angel clan to come.

But after having Yin Luowan, the plan suddenly changed.

No race wants to do that bait.

"Let's go!"

With Wang Dashan's order, hundreds of millions of Terran monks in Yucheng moved when they heard the sound.

Seeing this, Zhao Xianzong was also hidden in the air, and slowly moved forward with this large number of people.

After walking like this for several days, I saw a huge mountain range.

The divine sense was swept away, and even with the strength of Zhao Xianzong's divine consciousness, he still only saw the tip of the iceberg.

"This is Mangdang Mountain?" Zhao Xianzong's doubts in his heart deepened, this mountain was too huge, and it was faintly not like a natural formation.

But if the mountain was man-made, who would have done it? What kind of cultivation will that person have?

"Huh"

When the divine sense swept over the foot of the mountain, Zhao Xianzong finally discovered the so-called angel clan.

There are no white suspended islands as far as the eye can see, I don't know how many there are, they are about a thousand feet away from the ground, floating quietly on the Mangdang Mountain, and there are countless humanoid creatures coming in and out of it.

At the foot of Mangdang Mountain, there were several white-robed monks flying low in the sky, if it weren't for the pair of wings on their backs, Zhao Xianzong couldn't tell whether they were human or angels.

These creatures look no different from the Terrans except for the pair of wings on their backs.

But after carefully scanning these people for a while, Zhao Xianzong's brows furrowed slightly.

"This is very unreasonable, I can't even detect the cultivation of these people in my own divine sense!"

"But their chests go, but there is something strange!"

Zhao Xianzong's hands flipped slightly, and after pinching out a few magic seals, he shouted slightly: "Shoot!"

As Zhao Xianzong's words fell, several Angel Clan warriors thousands of miles away suddenly looked frightened, because they felt that their bodies were already unable to move.

"Back!"

It was another magic trick pinch, and several angel clan warriors quickly walked towards Zhao Xianzong at an extremely fast speed.

The hurricane caused by the rapid speed of the hurricane made their wings faintly tear.

All of this happened in the sky, so the countless Terran monks on the ground were unaware.

"Terran, you dare to offend us, aren't you afraid of being exterminated?" the leading angel leader looked at Zhao Xianzong and scolded angrily.

The demeanor is full of superiority.

"Ahh

"Bang"

The man's screams didn't last long, but in an instant they turned into a mist of blood.

The rest of the angel clansmen, seeing their leader being killed so brutally, did not dare to be silent for a while, and looked at the dark figure that had taken them here with a frightened expression.

Closing his hand and standing, Zhao Xianzong's doubts deepened a little.

The information obtained by the soul search just now was really limited, and the man didn't even remember what happened to him before, only the memories of the battle as an adult.

And they really don't cultivate, and all their sources of power come from the so-called 'angelic heart' in their chests.

The more wings an angel has, the more power it can wield.

Just now, when he wanted to explore the 'Angel's Heart', the man blew himself up and died.

"Does this look like a protection mechanism?" Zhao Xianzong muttered as he looked at the remaining two Angel Clan warriors.

If this angelic heart is an energy, then as long as this angelic heart is not destroyed, even if its carrier body dies, it can still function if it is replaced by another carrier?

So the myth of the immortality of the angel clan is like this?

He easily searched for the rest of the angel clansmen.

But the harvest was almost the same, but this time Zhao Xianzong did not touch the restricted area of memory.

Instead, they wrapped themselves in mana and directly took out the energy sources of these humanoid creatures.

Looking at the fist-sized crystal in his hand that glowed with white light, Zhao Xianzong couldn't see the origin and composition of this thing.

But the energy in it is pure, vast, and can be used by oneself.

Zhao Xianzong estimated that if he could have a large number of angelic hearts, he might be able to go further.

"It's just that the angel clan who can make such a thing against the sky can fight with the human race in this small land?

Retracting his thoughts, Zhao Xianzong was still hiding in the clouds and waiting slowly.

Regardless of what kind of hole cards these mysterious races have.

When it encounters a battle of life and death, it will inevitably show, and all you have to do is wait.

In a flash, a few days passed, and nearly two billion monks of the human race came in a mighty way, and hundreds of millions of people outside of them laid out a formation at the same time, suppressing the hanging island of the angel clan alive.

In Zhao Xianzong's perception, in addition to these human monks and angel clans who seemed to be about to fight, there were still dozens of races in a radius of tens of thousands of miles.

In the base camp of the human race at the foot of Mangdang Mountain, dozens of Dao figures sat opposite each other at this time.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we should be ready to do it all at this point, why are we still holding back until now?" spoke up from an elven woman with slightly pointed ears.

"You elves are fighting too loudly, aren't you? you haven't been at war with those affiliated races, so why should we Terrans be your cannon fodder?" the city lord of the Terran Imperial City sneered.

The rest of the city lords also nodded silently when they heard this.

The elven woman said angrily: "This is your plan, this is your battle for survival, our clan is only assisting you!"

"Alright, you took the lead in taking refuge in those birdmen, and you didn't spare any of the rest of the races, if it weren't for those birdmen who caught the attention of your tree of life, how could you secretly rebel against a spineless race!" the female lord of the imperial city sneered mercilessly.

"You—" The elven woman was furious when she heard this, but then she held back.

Suppressing the anger in her heart a little, the elf woman said loudly: "Then when are you preparing for a general attack, let me remind you, the formation can't lock those floating islands for a long time, and when they fight in the air, your advantage in the sea of people will be gone, and if we lose this battle, we will all die!"