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Beast Master Explosion attacked in anger. He had just boasted in front of Ten Thousand Swords Master how good he was at dealing with monsters. He didn't expect to be slapped in the face so soon. These damn monsters were obviously very intelligent, but they didn't communicate with him peacefully at all. They were like mad dogs, only knowing how to attack crazily.

Following Beast Master Explosion, Ten Thousand Swords Master also started to take action.

He pointed at the sky, and countless true qi fell from the sky, turning into extremely sharp and shining swords, which fell directly on the heads of the three monsters on the opposite side.

Two human race strongmen fought a series of battles with three monsters. The suppressed energy spread everywhere, and the momentum of the strongmen rushed up to the sky.

Faced with such a huge scene, the monsters around scattered like birds and beasts, running away from here. Even if there were some monsters who were confident in their own strength and believed that they would not be affected by the aftermath of the battle, they only dared to watch the battle from a distance and did not dare to approach here easily.

The noise of the battle between the two men and three monsters was so loud that it soon alarmed the entire Monster Wasteland. The flying boat team of the immortal cultivators naturally sensed the battle.

"This group of damned monsters is really unreasonable. They ignored our goodwill." A young immortal cultivator cursed indignantly.

"What rationality do ignorant beasts have? They only have ferocious beasts and cannot communicate with humans at all." Someone next to him echoed.

The fierce battle showed the failure of communication with the monsters, and many immortal cultivators were very disappointed. But this does not mean that their mission has failed.

Communicating with the monsters and persuading the monsters to form an alliance with the immortal cultivators to jointly attack the nomadic tribes is just the most ideal situation. The failure of communication with the monsters led to the monsters' attack, which was also expected by the immortal cultivators.

The immortal cultivators who are familiar with the various situations in the Monster Wasteland and have done enough intelligence collection in advance will naturally not pin all their hopes on the monsters that are extremely hostile to humans and difficult to communicate with. They already had a complete backup plan for how to trigger a large-scale beast disaster.

"Let's go. While the monsters' attention is attracted by this battle, we will set off immediately and rush directly to the destination." An old man on the leading flying boat said.

"Leave Master Wanjian and Master Baoshou here. Are you sure there is no problem?" Another old man behind him hesitated.

"Haven't we planned it long ago? If the communication with the monsters fails and the two sides turn against each other, Master Wanjian and Master Baoshou will create a large-scale movement to attract the attention of the monsters. We will take advantage of the opportunity and go straight to Huanglong." Someone next to him was dissatisfied with the old man's hesitation.

Since it was a plan made in advance, even if there were some different opinions, they were quickly suppressed. There were a total of six flying boats in the whole team, running at full power, and rushing to the center of the monster wasteland at the fastest speed.

When Master Baoshou and Master Wanjian fought with three monsters, creating a huge momentum and attracting the attention of almost all monsters. The nomadic tribe team also quickly approached the Monster Wasteland.

As soon as they approached the Monster Wasteland, the nomadic tribe team sensed the battle ahead. Judging from the scene of the battle, it should be a battle between cultivators and monsters, rather than a routine fight among monsters.

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The nomadic tribe, who were familiar with the nature of the monsters in the Monster Wasteland, did not approach this battlefield rashly. Even if they were willing to give up their past blood feuds and help the monsters deal with the cultivators, these monsters would never appreciate it. When they saw the appearance of the nomadic tribe masters, the only thing they would do was to immediately put down everything and launch a fierce attack without hesitation.

As for helping the cultivators attack the monsters, that was even more impossible. Now the armies of both sides are fighting on the front line, and there is no sign of easing. Moreover, they came here from afar to stop the conspiracy of the cultivators.

The leader of this team, Tuoba Hong from the Tianlang tribe, laughed with gloating.

"These ignorant cultivators are really ignorant and fearless. Do they think the monsters in the Monster Wasteland are so easy to deal with? If they take the initiative to come to the door, they will only become food in the monster's mouth."

Because this matter is of great importance, Tuoba Hong, as the front-line leader of the Tianlang tribe, put aside all affairs and personally led the team to the Monster Wasteland to try to stop the conspiracy of the cultivators.

Tuoba Ming, the elite of the younger generation of the Tianlang tribe, who was defeated by Xu Xiao last time and was severely humiliated, was also brought by him.

The last failure made Tuoba Ming, a young man who has always been arrogant and ambitious, almost unable to recover and extremely depressed. During this period of time, Tuoba Ming has been depressed, drinking to drown his sorrows, and almost indifferent to various things in the outside world.

As an important figure of the older generation of the Tianlang tribe, Tuoba Hong certainly did not want to see the young elite who was highly valued in the tribe fall into despair and become a complete waste.

This time, he brought Tuoba Ming with him, not only to remind this junior all the time. He also intended to let this junior wake up in the upcoming battle and restore his past mental state.

Tuoba Hong believed that only in the fierce and bloody battle could the wolf nature of Tuoba Ming be awakened and he could cheer up again.

He Lenghui, the saint of the White Deer Tribe, who was familiar with the situation in the Monster Wasteland and knew a lot of secrets, took Xiang Liyun from the Spirit Heron Tribe, said something to Tuoba Hong, and then took the initiative to leave the team and sneaked towards the center of the Monster Wasteland.

Tuoba Hong led a large group of people to wait at the edge of the Monster Wasteland, waiting for the battle over there to be decided. No matter who wins or loses, it doesn't make much difference to him. Anyway, they are enemies who are irreconcilable, and both sides will suffer losses and perish together.

Because the noise made by Master Wanjian and Master Baoshou was too loud, it almost attracted the attention of the entire Monster Wasteland. Whether it was Xu Xiao and Lie Wushuang who sneaked in first, or He Lenghui and Xiang Liyun who came later, they all sneaked close to the center of the Monster Wasteland relatively smoothly.

However, the team of flying boats that ran all the way and flew at high speed in the sky, although they tried their best to cover it up, still attracted the attention of many monsters.

Teams of demonic birds flew over from all directions, aggressively trying to intercept the flying boat team.

The demonic beasts on the ground that had the ability to fly also took off into the air and pounced on the flying boat team that was flying at high speed.