The distance of several hundred meters is crossed in an instant.

The Thunderous Bull leader charges forward with a resolute heart colliding with Hound Demon Padding Thunderous Bulls.

It notices something unusual just as the bull leader turns around looking for death.

Po sneers, turning its body to face the charging thunderous bull leader.

Showing no intention of dodging, its right arm extends and its claws strike downwards.

With a loud bang, the Thunderous Bull leader's entire front body collapses, the ground cracking, its head sinking into it.

The Thunderous Bull leader emits a painful howl.

But before it can rise, the right head of P opens its bloody mouth, and a surge of black red flames erupts, incinerating the bull's entire body.

Then P raises its hand again, its right claw closing in, piercing through the bull leader's neck in an instant.

The legendary thunder's bull leader has a strong life force and is not so easily killed.

However, even so, these two strikes render it unable to fight back, and it can only howl helplessly.

Pado does not let it suffer for long with a sudden burst of strength.

It directly pulls the bull leader's head off, blood gushing out, bathing in the hot blood as P lets out an excited roar.

Slaughter, slaughter.

Sacrifice to my lord with slaughter, facing the charging, thunderous bull herd, the three infernal hound demon warriors let out a roar to the sky and then charge directly into the herd.

Their charge, powerful enough to collapse city walls, does not cause the hound demons to retreat even an inch.

They kill the thunderous bulls at will.

Using their claws and teeth, they engage in the most primal slaughter.

Just like ordinary beasts fighting.

In no time, hundreds of thunderous bulls, at least six tier beasts, are slaughtered by the three infernal hound demon warriors.

Blood stains the entire land, and mutilated corpses are everywhere.

Such scenes are playing out across this dimension.

There are one-sided massacres, evenly matched battles, and many instances of counterkills.

After a large number of infernal hound demons entered this dimension, the already brutal living environment has become even more savage.

All beings have only two choices.

Either kill their opponents or be killed by them.

The fallen will become nutrients.

The survivors will grow stronger and then participate in even more brutal battles.

Chapter 238.

The gap between players in another direction lies a small plane.

The terrain of this continent is dominated by wild mountain ranges and ancient forests filled with primitive scenes that evoke a sense of longing.

The wild mountains stand tall and majestic, their peaks towering and interwoven, resembling the spine of the earth, stretching endlessly like a mysterious ancient scroll.

Under the sunlight, the rocks of the mountains shimmer with a metallic luster, appearing hard and stern.

While at the foot of the mountains, the dense ancient forest resemble a green ocean with tall straight trees and abundant foliage that obscures the sky.

In this land, there is little trace of civilization as if no intelligent beings exist.

The ancient ferocious beasts, monsters with powerful bloodlines and longived super plants along with various extraordinary beings were born and grew rapidly in this land.

Compared to these sacred beings, ordinary creatures are exceedingly weak and so-called tools and inscriptions have no opportunity for development.

The path of the extraordinary is the path for beings in this plane.

They draw from the outside world to strengthen themselves.

Only by exhausting every means to enhance their strength can those relatively ordinary creatures survive and reproduce here.

The beings here are primarily composed of ancient ferocious beasts and ancient remnants.

Each occupying a territory, rarely expanding, living within their own small piece of land.

The abundant resources and land are sufficient for those ferocious beasts and monsters to live well.

To the east of the continent, a towering mountain rises, piercing the clouds, resembling a giant standing between heaven and earth.

This mountain is called Mount Wan.

Originally the territory of a demagod level giant dragon, that giant dragon was the strongest lord within a radius of a thousand miles.

Incredibly powerful and even among the entire plane, it was a top existence.

However, with the arrival of the black dragon king Nidhog, who crushed the giant dragon, this territory changed hands and became Nidhog's domain.

At this moment, a large number of dragon descended races live at top Mount Wanch.

Some belong to ferocious beast races, while others belong to monster races.

But they all share a common trait.

They are large in size and possess formidable combat power.

On the summit of the mountain stands a magnificent palace adorned in gold and jade.

Inside the palace, Nidhog sits on the throne in his dragon man form.

Looking somewhat dazed as he listens to his subordinates report on the battle situation.

My king, the demon flower plane has been captured.

The demon flower lord refused to surrender and has been killed.

In this battle, we killed four ninth tier holy realm beings, 47 eighth tier legendary realm beings, 378 7th tier epic realm beings, and countless sixth tier beings, a black scaled dragon man general below slowly reported as he looked at the compiled information.

We have obtained 1,254 kg of life source, 659 high-grade crystal cores, as well as advanced forge materials, life seeds, and spirit materials.

All right, you don't need to report those things to me.

According to the original agreement, 30% will be sent back to the eternal night plane.

20% will go into the treasury of Mount Wan, and the remaining 50% you can distribute among yourselves.

The black-haired youth on the throne interrupted him with a raised hand, then added half-heartedly, "How you distribute it is not my concern.

But if any warriors come to complain to me about not receiving their due rewards, I will hold you accountable.

" As he spoke, a powerful aura radiated from him, pressing down on the blackskilled dragon man general, causing him to feel a sudden heaviness in his body.

"Undood, my king?" The blackskilled dragon man general knelt on one knee, responding with great seriousness.

If there's nothing else, you may leave.

Nidhog waved his hand.

The blackskilled dragon man general quickly retreated.

Without Nidhog needing to summon anyone, another individual stepped forward.

A dragon man general with four wings growing from his back, exuding an aura that reached the ninth tier limit.

Very powerful.

My king.

After all the generals had reported, more than 10 hours had passed.

Nidhog sat on the throne, his eyes weary, not from physical fatigue, but from mental exhaustion.

He stretched his wings and moved his body, regretting, had I known it would be like this.

I would have asked the Empire to send more people over to report daily.

It's simply exhausting.

As the highest leader of the Eternal Knight Empire here and the Lord of the Dragons domain, Nidhog had to receive reports from his subordinate generals every day, which made him particularly irritable.

Back when he was in the Eternal Knight plane, he didn't manage affairs directly.

He handed over power to others to manage on his behalf, only appearing in cases of particularly significant issues.

However, it was different here.

First, there was the issue of the importance of matters.

No war is trivial and Nthog had to intervene in almost all wars.

While he might not need to know every detail, he at least had to know whether they were winning or losing.

Second, this was a trial ground assigned to them, the Dragon Clan.

Giving it completely to the Empire for management felt somewhat inappropriate.

Therefore, apart from arranging a few personnel to help stabilize the rear, the Eternal Knight Empire did not provide much assistance, allowing them to act independently.

While others were eager to become the leader, you on the other hand seemed to be complaining.

A middle-aged dragon man with red scales and a strong build walked in and teased Nidhog upon hearing his words.

He was also a dragon, a powerful demigod level dragon.

His name was Basel, a being captured during the Empire's early campaigns against other demilanes.

Initially only at the ninth tier limit, after multiple rounds of baptism, his bloodline was strengthened, allowing him to successfully break through to demagod.

Easy for you to say standing there.

Let us see how you feel after sitting here for a few months.

Nitthog shot him a glance, responding unkindly.

All right, don't stress too much.

The Empire is expecting you to conquer everything immediately.

We have plenty of time.

Another dragon man entered.