The Lord of Planet Li Yu, and indeed he hailed from a planet far from the Lei Feng Continent. The original name of this planet was unknown to anyone, until Li Yu's rise to power. He became the strongest on this planet, and with his formidable strength, he unified it, becoming its master. Consequently, the planet was renamed Planet Li Yu.
As is widely known, the most prosperous and powerful place in the Lei Feng Realm is the Lei Feng Continent. However, in the vast expanse of the starry sky, there were countless cultivators, many of whom were exceptionally talented.
It is said that the Lord of Planet Li Yu cultivated to the Mahayana stage in just two thousand years. His journey through the stars was filled with continuous opportunities, leading to his current immense power.
Previously, upon hearing that the Mu Xian Secret Realm on the Lei Feng Continent was opening, he set out alone. He traveled without rest to the Lei Feng Continent, confident that with his luck and destiny, he would undoubtedly acquire extremely precious divine abilities or magical treasures.
Finally, he arrived at the Lei Feng Continent just before the opening of the Water Immortal Secret Realm, a journey that took him nearly a year.
Unexpectedly, for someone usually blessed with good fortune, he encountered such a troublesome task this time.
As the master of a planet, his wealth was immense. This Pixiu-headed warship was his most powerful vessel under his command, and he had brought it with him.
Observing the two Mahayana stage experts in the sky, along with numerous warriors, Wan Lei and his companions felt immense pressure.
"Hahahaha, Wan Lei, do you like the gift I sent you? I went through immense hardships to contact the Mad Demon Lord and the Lord of Planet Li Yu, two Mahayana stage experts. I offered them substantial benefits to unite them, all so that I could kill you today. To avenge Elder Yi Jian of the Kai Tian Sword Sect, and to avenge myself, Jian Xunhuan!"
Jian Xunhuan laughed wildly, looking at Wan Lei as if he were already dead.
Wan Lei's expression was calm. He didn't even glance at Jian Xunhuan, turning his gaze instead to the two approaching Mahayana stage experts.
"Are you Wan Lei?"
The Lord of Planet Li Yu stopped in the air a hundred meters in front of Wan Lei, his eyes filled with condescending disdain.
Wan Lei looked at him as if he were an idiot.
"Wan Lei, if you hand over all your heads to us, we might consider sparing your life. We'll let your forces join ours, and we'll take you to the Great Wall. This way, no one needs to die. What do you think? Oh, but the prerequisite is that you must hand over all those thunderous fierce beasts that killed your three Mahayana cultivators. Consider them your protection fees."
The Mad Demon Lord, renowned for his beast taming abilities, had long been coveting Wan Lei's thunder beasts.
It was rumored that hundreds of those thunder beasts were at the Nascent Soul stage. If they fell into his hands, the Mad Demon Lord would dare to challenge someone in the Tribulation stage and would be able to walk sideways on the Lei Feng Continent thereafter.
Wan Lei's gaze shifted to another fool.
"Hand over all my heads to you? I'll give you..."
A sinister grin spread across Wan Lei's lips, his eyes filled with mockery.
"Can you hold onto them?"
"Whether we can hold onto them or not is not your concern. Boy, you should see the situation clearly. With just a few cultivators who haven't even reached the Nascent Soul stage, and with your small tribe of barely over ten thousand people behind you, how can you possibly fight me?"
The Mad Demon Lord sneered. While they were speaking, the warriors from the two tribes were not idle. They had all disembarked from the warships and giant snakes, surrounding the allied encampment within a radius of several miles.
"Now, you are a turtle trapped in a jar. If you don't surrender and agree to my terms, and we end up fighting, I fear you, your friends, and your tribe will all be reduced to ashes."
"Hehehehe..."
Wan Lei suddenly laughed.
"I have four heads."
"We know."
"But soon, it will likely be six. I truly admire your courage to rush to your deaths one after another. I really don't understand what you're thinking. I already have the record of single-handedly killing three Mahayana stage experts, yet why did the Lord of Nan Mu still dare to provoke me. Then you two came, offering yourselves up one by one. I thought even a pig that had lived for thousands of years and cultivated to the Mahayana stage would have become smarter, knowing to unite and face me together. But I still underestimated the blind arrogance that comes from long-held power and status. Venerable ones, are you ready to die?"
"Hmph, ignorant arrogance, little thief! If I don't tear you limb from limb today..."
Wan Lei, unwilling to listen to these cliché lines any further, charged directly at the Mad Demon Lord. In the blink of an eye, he donned his armor, took out his hammer, and struck the Mad Demon Lord in the abdomen.
Simultaneously, Fang Xiaoyu also moved, attacking the Lord of Planet Li Yu.
As soon as they made their move, the warriors from the surrounding two tribes also immediately charged towards the allied encampment.
Shouts of battle erupted all around. Strangely, there was no movement at all from within the allied encampment.
Closer, ever closer.
Ten miles, seven miles, five miles...
When the enemy approached within three miles of the allied encampment, countless tents within the camp were suddenly torn open, revealing rows of warriors.
The warriors in the front held heavy shields, while those in the rear each held bows and arrows. The arrowheads were imbued with spiritual energy, exuding a chilling aura. Amidst the pouring rain, they gleamed with a cold light.
"Fire!"
With a loud roar from Deng Yangge, countless feathers tore through the sky, piercing the raindrops and entering the bodies of the enemies and sacred beasts at the forefront.
Screams erupted one after another. The first volley of arrows caused the two tribes to suffer losses of over a thousand warriors and sacred beasts.
At this point, neither side could retreat. The Deng Yan tribe, being the surrounded party, had no way out. The enemies, even more so, could not retreat, and could only charge forward over the corpses of their comrades.
After three volleys, the enemy was already close. The Deng Yan tribe immediately changed its formation, retreating and uniting. Shield-bearing soldiers still remained at the front, while spearmen and swordsmen positioned themselves behind them, with archers at the very rear.
This formation dealt a fatal blow to the relentlessly charging enemy. Exposed without any cover, they could only use their flesh and blood to withstand the attacks.
In the sky, the Mad Demon Lord observed the scene below and sneered, "You've made ample preparations. Unfortunately, I myself am an army!"
The Mad Demon Lord patted his storage bag, and hundreds of giant demonic beasts appeared on the ground. These beasts included those of the third, fourth, and even a few of the fifth tier, making them extremely powerful. As soon as they entered the battlefield, they caused chaos and disarray among the Deng Yan tribe, their formations thrown into disarray.
The morale of the two invading tribes soared, and they charged forward with roars of battle.
"Is that so? Thank you, old friends, for sending the demonic beasts!"
Wan Lei scoffed and shouted, "Rise!"
A large formation, spanning dozens of miles, immediately enveloped the entire battlefield, and twenty Nascent Soul stage thunder beasts charged out.
Not only that, but outside the formation, over ten thousand warriors rose from the mud and charged towards the battlefield.