The legendary warrior

"But my current strength is not powerful enough to face off against a genius like that. I hope he doesn't remember me," Ricky said in a hesitant voice. "Let's not focus on that right now. Just collect these devils' arms so we can go.

If a master from the devil race comes again, we'll be in trouble. A master like the Fourth Mister won't save us twice."

Sighing, Ricky bent over and the others helped him to saw off the arms of all the devils that were at the Emperor Level.

In the end, they had defeated a total of twenty middle spiritual emperors and one hundred lower spiritual emperors from the devil race. From it, they had earned three thousand points. Obtaining three thousand points in just two days was unbelievable.

"Look at how much we've managed to reap. Maybe we should keep destroying the devil race's strongholds. That seems to be the only way we can hunt large numbers of devils and obtain more points!" Mordechai suggested in an excited voice.

"I agree. It took the three of us almost a month to get five thousand points, but now, it's taken only two days to get three thousand points," Ella replied, sighing as she recalled their previous struggles.

"But we were lucky this time. Most of the middle spiritual emperors from the devil race were from the Short Devil tribe. They had recently broken through and become middle spiritual emperors. If it weren't for that, we probably would have failed," Ricky pointed out.

Peter and Claire didn't want the points.

If it weren't for Ricky, the consequences could have been bad. They could have died. Ricky took all of the points because he really needed them.

The situation he was in forced him to become a core disciple of the Misty South Palace.

After they had finished, they regrouped and ran out of the destroyed stronghold.

When they were far away from it, Ricky asked, "Claire, Peter, why did you attack the devil race's stronghold? You're not usually that reckless."

"It's because someone lied to us!" Peter spat. His eyes were shielded and dark as he turned around.

a strained voice, he told Ricky why he and the others had attacked the stronghold that belonged to the

the fifth genius in the Middle

Xavier. They were divided into six groups and told to attack several strongholds of the devil race that were

the devil race couldn't organize and help each other.

realized that Xavier had fooled them. His own men

know Xavier and his men didn't attack like they said that they

including their young master, appeared in the stronghold of the Short Devil tribe.

would have died. I think that the geniuses who attacked the other strongholds wouldn't make it

you?" Ricky asked in a cold

confused. Xavier was a genius that was recognized by the Misty South Palace. He didn't seem

"The Misty South Palace has investigated a lot of geniuses, but

Ricky nodded slightly.

in the world

a grudge against you and the other geniuses?" Ricky asked,

don't think so. Afterwards, I realized that Xavier was trying to take the Black Poison Pond from the Black Poison Devil tribe," Claire answered. "Xavier was using us as bait for the Black Poison Devil

doesn't make sense. What is the Black Poison Pond?" Ricky asked, frowning and tilting

Devil tribe is a strong bloodline. Out of all the devil tribes, it is considered to be one of the top bloodlines

name for themselves during this era. In the beginning, they were ordinary devils who cultivated the most

the Black Poison Devil tribe found the Black Poison Pond.

Poison of Heaven and Earth. It's some of the most potent stuff in

cultivate, they can create powerful poison gas

of the Black Poison Pond. One can only imagine how powerful the water

cultivate the poison gas?" Ricky asked.