What? You opened a resort on the battlefield of all races?

Battlefield of the Heavens, A4 Core Area.

"Hey! Come on, brothers and sisters!"

Liu Bo's signature raspy voice ripped through the deathly silence.

He rode on the Thorn Feather Clan's motion-activated figurine, holding the "miniature active phased array radar" in both hands, shouting excitedly, his spittle flying everywhere under the ghostly blue holographic projection light.

"There are quite a few lone members of the royal family here! All of them are at the Flying Heaven Realm!"

As he shouted, a chilling green light emanated from his eyes.

"I told you! Coming to the A-level area would definitely bring a big surprise!"

After enjoying the "Nine Heavens Breakthrough Set Meal" worth hundreds of millions at the resort's executive restaurant, all six members of the Demon Hunter team overcame their bottleneck and steadily stood on the steps of the Nine Heavens!

The surge in one's realm of understanding brought about an expansion of confidence.

They no longer looked down on the few remaining royal families in the B-level area.

The radar coverage area is limited, making it difficult to find them, and the remaining members of the royal family all have some ability to escape.

Several times they disappeared right under their noses.

A detection range of 5000 kilometers can be covered in the blink of an eye.

If we continue searching in the B-level area—

Too inefficient!

Relying on the radar that could see through the entire map, and with a high-end teleportation scroll from the resort concierge in his pocket.

These six "human bandits" were so audacious that they crossed the boundary of the B-level area and plunged into the A-level core area, where alien races from the Nine Heavens Realm and the Heavenly Sea Realm roamed freely.

After all, the royal hunting plan continues!

Luo Yurou maneuvered her Thorn Feather Clan mount closer to Liu Bo, and carefully examined the small cluster of red dots on the radar projection in the direction Liu Bo was pointing.

Her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes.

"That's strange."

Luo Yurou raised her head and looked around at the dense baleful aura around her. "These royals, when they were in the B-level area, they were all hiding their heads and tails, wishing they could dig their nests underground."

"Why is everyone gathered in the A-level area today?"

She maneuvered the Thornfeather Clan closer once more.

"And judging from these coordinates, they're right at the bottom of Broken Soul Cliff, and haven't moved an inch in all this time."

After listening, Liu Bo rested his chin on his hand, his eyes darting around in their sockets, and grinned widely, saying, "Isn't that simple?"

"We've ravaged the B-level area several times; they probably can't survive there anymore."

"Maybe these single members of the royal family will band together for warmth and hold an interspecies matchmaking event in the A-level area to discuss the origin of life."

Qingshan rubbed his shiny bald head, glanced at Rong Jing furtively, and then spoke up in a muffled voice.

"Do other races even care about matchmaking? Don't they just drag people who like each other straight to their nest?"

"Whether it's a blind date or food delivery, just go and see!"

Rong Jing patted her hand and suddenly turned around, startling Qing Shan so much that he immediately looked away.

"Anyway, since we're on the edge of the A-level area, if we really run into a tough opponent from the Heavenly Sea Realm, we can just crush the scroll and run away. It's not a loss."

"Sister Jing is right!"

Liu Bo tucked the radar into his coat and shouted, "Brothers, grab your weapons!"

"Let's go!"

The Thorn Feather Clan flapped its wings, creating a gust of wind that blew a large crater into the ground from the malevolent energy.

Six enormous black shadows broke through the gray fog and sped toward the direction of Broken Soul Cliff, guided by the radar coordinates.

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At this moment, at the bottom of the Cliff of Broken Souls.

The Abyss Messenger stood on a huge, charred black rock, completely numb.

His wide black robe swayed back and forth in the eerie wind of the abyss.

In his empty eye sockets, the two eerie green flames that should have been burning brightly were exploding like firecrackers, occasionally spewing out a few pale green sparks.

The Abyss Messenger stared blankly at the few remaining defeated soldiers standing at the bottom of the cliff.

The shell of the Mirage King was covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and broken shell fragments were scattered all over the ground.

Next to it squatted a cave frog king that was missing a leg and covered in mud.

……

……

This is the vast army of all races that I summoned with a signal, ready to crush the human race.

Are you kidding me?

Are all these races combined enough to feed the human guards for one meal?

"You mean...?"

The envoy's withered lips trembled as he caught his breath, and he finally spoke.

"In the entire Grade B area, almost all the alien races, including those royal families who ruled over their respective regions, have been killed?!"

His voice suddenly rose, and the last few words cracked, creating a series of echoes on the cliff face of Broken Soul Cliff.

"You're fucking kidding me!"

The envoy could no longer hold back; a surge of anger that had been building up inside him suddenly erupted.

He raised his right leg, and with a whooshing sound, kicked the foremost burrowing frog hard in the belly.

"Bang!"

A dull, loud bang.

Before the burrowing frog could even let out a scream, its round body, like a ball, traced an arc in mid-air.

After landing, it bounced a few times and rolled into a pile of black sand and gravel.

"Ouch!"

The burrowing frog rolled twice on the ground, its head and face covered in black sand.

Ignoring the excruciating pain in its abdomen, it used its remaining hind leg to push off the ground and, like a spring, tumbled and crawled back.

It rushed to the messenger's feet, stretched out its two mud-covered front paws, and clung tightly to the messenger's thigh.

He raised his flat, large face, and tears mixed with green snot streamed down his face, covering it completely.

"Really? Your Excellency!"

The burrowing frog cried its heart out.

"There's a human squad; they're only at the Flying Realm level, yet each of them is ridiculously strong!"

It cried as it wiped the mud off its face with its paws, getting snot all over its face.

"I don't know why, but whether they're hidden underground or shrouded in mist, they always manage to pinpoint the royal family's location the moment they appear!"

"Chase us and kill us!"

The frog's body trembled uncontrollably.

"None of the other races escaped their clutches; they were skinned alive, their bones removed!"

"If it weren't for the fact that we few are naturally skilled at digging tunnels, hiding, and escaping, and that we ran away quickly when things went wrong, you probably wouldn't be seeing us now, Your Excellency!"

The Abyss Messenger frowned deeply as he listened to the cries of the cave frog.

His withered fingers scratched his bald forehead twice.

like……

Things completely deviated from the script.

Could a single human flying realm team really wipe out the entire alien royal family in a B-level region?

This sounds like a dream.

But looking at these few terrified, crippled members of the royal family who wished they could disappear into the cracks in the rocks, he couldn't help but believe them.

"How is this possible?"

"What should we do now?"

The messenger paced back and forth on the giant rock, as agitated as an ant on a hot pan.

What a perfect plan I had!

Multi-service joint operations!

A three-dimensional strike from land, sea, and air!

What now?

There's no one to actually implement it right now.

"How am I supposed to explain this to the Demon King of Silin who is about to descend?"

The messenger stopped in his tracks, deep in thought, his withered fingers tapping incessantly on the black bone staff in his hand.

Just as the messenger was racking his brains...

The layer of gray-black clouds that never dissipated in the sky above the Cliff of Broken Souls suddenly began to churn violently.

"call--!"

A gust of wind descended from the sky, directly dispersing the large swath of malevolent mist at the bottom of the cliff.

Immediately afterwards, a series of crisp sounds of wings violently rubbing against the air came from high above.

The messenger suddenly raised his head, his eerie green eyes fixed on the sky.

High above the cliff, six enormous thorny feather creatures were folding their wings, assuming a perfect diving posture, and rapidly approaching the bottom of the cliff.

The Abyss Messenger stared at those familiar figures for a moment, then froze for two seconds.

Then, a burst of wild joy suddenly erupted on his gaunt face, and the ghostly flames in his eyes instantly stabilized and burned fiercely.

He lowered his head and glared fiercely at the burrowing frog trembling at his feet.

He lifted his skin-and-bones right leg, swung it with all his might, and kicked it away.

"Didn't you say the Thornfeather Clan was wiped out?!"

The messenger pointed at the dark shadow swooping down from mid-air, spitting as he cursed loudly.

"Open your toad eyes and take a good look!"

"The Thorn Feather Clan is here, isn't they?!"