Inside the palace.

Luo Heng stared at Chen Jin and Lin Hao in front of him, his face full of disbelief.

Recalling that he was forcibly planted with a slave mark by the pseudo-gods from Babel Tower three years ago, his consciousness seemed to be sealed in a dark area.

That kind of despair still makes me feel frightened when I think about it now.

"Brother Lin, I have a straight mouth and I don't know what to say."

Luo Heng cupped his hands and clasped his fists, saluted Lin Hao, and said gratefully: "Thank you for this rescue."

Lin Hao smiled lightly and nodded without saying any polite words.

"Luo Heng, among the three of us, you are the only one who has been to the Babel Tower. Do you know what the situation is there? What is the power structure like?"

Chen Jin was more thoughtful and cut the topic directly to the key points.

Luo Zheng said calmly: "Many strong men!"

"As far as I know, they are all top-ranked talents in previous racial talent rankings."

"And the pseudo-gods who took me in at the beginning was the genius warrior who disappeared from our Balrog clan in the last term."

Hearing this, Lin Hao and Chen Jin's expressions changed slightly.

This situation seems to be similar to their previous guesses.

The racial talent list not only consumes the new generation of racial geniuses in the Cangqiong Continent, but also converts part of them into the power of the Tower of Babel.

In this situation where one generation is inferior to the other, the strong ones who can resist the gods are undoubtedly much weaker.

"How many true members of the God Clan are there in the Tower of Babel now?"

Lin Hao asked curiously.

"Five."

Luo Heng said in a low voice: "But strictly speaking, they are no longer a true race of gods."

"In order to extend their lifespan, they gave up their aging bodies, and their souls took away those stronger servants of the gods, and the cycle continued."

"And under the control of Nuyin, even if those servants of God are powerful, they are obedient and obedient without any resistance."

Hearing this, Lin Hao's eyes filled with emotion.

These gods are really hateful!

"Another important point is that to open up the plane passage between Cangqiong Continent and the Gods, no matter which side requires at least six soul members to cast divine spells."

Luo Heng said with a solemn expression: "If they are allowed to pass the 'divine descending technique' and gather another soul, then they will be unable to stop it."

Only one missing?!

Chen Jin's face changed slightly, and his expression suddenly became a little tense.

After all, there are many pseudo-gods in the Tower of Babel, and it is not difficult to choose one of them for the 'divine descent technique'.

"Don't worry, the art of divine descent is not that easy to accomplish."

Seemingly understanding Chen Jin's thoughts, Luo Heng sneered: "After the Babel Tower was attacked by our Flame Demon clan, there were only two surviving gods."

"And after a thousand years, they have only increased to five."

"So, it is not easy to gather six gods in a short period of time."

Speaking of this, Luo Heng looked at Lin Hao and changed the subject, "However, they seem to have noticed that Brother Lin is unusual."

"If it is used in the art of divine descent, there is a high probability of success."

"That's why in recent years, many divine servants have been sent everywhere to search for Brother Lin's whereabouts."

"As for Brother Chen, he is currently a candidate."

"You two, please be more careful when you go out."

Hearing this, Lin Hao was not surprised.

He already knew about that fox-tailed pseudo-god clan three years ago.

But for Chen Jin, it was a bit surprising.

"I've actually become a candidate for the art of divine descent?!"

A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and his face became a little solemn.

Because, a while ago, in Tianluo City, he stepped in to stop six ten-winged demons and his identity was exposed.

Otherwise, how could Luo Heng arrive?

Once this matter is over, there will definitely be pseudo-gods from Babel Tower coming to investigate the situation!

If it were purely to become a servant of God, Babel Tower would not be so persistent.

But as a candidate for the ‘divine descending art’, its nature is undoubtedly completely different.

Chen Jin couldn't help but frown slightly as he thought about it.

It feels like things are becoming more and more troublesome.

"Don't worry too much. Those pseudo-gods from Babel Tower will kill as many as they come!"

Lin Haofeng said calmly: "I'll protect you."

With his current strength and the overall improvement of the pet team's combat power, his tone of voice has obviously become much tougher.

Moreover, with his status as the Holy Son of Jiuxuan Sect, he also has the support of the entire human martial arts world.

If we really break up with Babel Tower, it will not be easy for the other party to succeed!

"Well said! Kill as many as you come!"

Luo Heng glared hard and said with a ferocious expression, "Even if you die in battle, it's still better than being made a slave!"

There was a hint of coldness in the corners of Chen Jin's thin lips, and he obviously agreed with this head-on approach.

Their current cultivation level has increased a lot compared to three years ago.

Even if we face the pseudo-gods of Babel Tower again, they won’t be so out of reach!

"Brother Lin, what are your plans next?"

Immediately, Luo Heng looked at Lin Hao and asked.

"Whoosh!"

Before Lin Hao could respond, a transmission note suddenly flew out of Long Yi's storage ring.

When he heard the information, Long Dun's expression suddenly changed and he hurriedly said:

"Master, according to the news from the border garrison, a group of troops from the Demon Clan suddenly invaded our Mad Clan territory, burning, killing and looting."

"It seems that they are trying to take revenge because the ten ten-winged demons they sent a while ago were wiped out by us!"

Hearing this, Lin Hao's eyes turned cold.

"I haven't gone to settle the accounts with you yet, but I brought them to your door myself!"

Lin Hao's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he said in a stern voice: "Send the order, summon the army immediately, and launch a full-scale counterattack!"

"We must win our first victory at all costs!"

When the two armies are fighting, the first victory is extremely important, as it is related to the morale of the entire army.

Therefore, no matter what the power gap between the two sides is, we must win!

Or remain calm.

Or be a blockbuster!

And we will use this as a springboard to prevent surrounding racial forces from oppressing us again!

"Take your orders!"

The Twelve Blood Guards' expressions froze, and they immediately started to execute the plan very efficiently.

…

That evening.

As Lin Hao's order was conveyed, the northern area of ​​​​the Mad Clan territory immediately summoned a hundred thousand troops at an extremely fast speed and quickly arrived at the border.

The Twelve Blood Guards lead a large number of mad generals and are responsible for high-level Heavenly Demon Clan warriors.

This time the mad army came well prepared, and when it arrived on the battlefield, it launched a full-scale attack.

The enemy's leading general, the 'Ten-Winged Demon', was undoubtedly overwhelmed by the thunderous momentum of the mad army.

He originally thought that when the Heavenly Demons led their troops here, the master of the Mad Temple would definitely take the initiative to negotiate for peace.

Unexpectedly, the opponent's methods were so vigorous and resolute, with no intention of begging for mercy at all, and they launched a counterattack with an army.

Because this time the Demon Clan army was just going to show off and force the Mad Temple to hand over the ‘Mad God Battle Armor’ in order to quell the situation, the troops they sent were not the elite of the Demon Palace.

Once the two sides fight, they will undoubtedly be defeated.

In order to reduce further casualties, the Ten-Winged Demon Lord had no choice but to withdraw his troops and escape from the Mad Tribe's territory.
Chapter completed!