The improved female villains regained their memories.

Li Chumo had a good idea. She felt that going through layers of investigation was a waste of time. If Hua Yanshu was really hiding in the fox tribe, wouldn't it be better to just wipe out the entire fox tribe?

She didn't believe that the Flower Tree could ignore it.

However, the werewolf queen's plan to conquer the fox tribe was met with opposition not only by the fox tribe but also by the werewolf tribe.

"Your Majesty." The elderly werewolf, supported by the young werewolf, paid homage to Li Chumo. "You are not only our queen, but also the leader of the Orc Alliance. If you want to attack the Fox Clan, you must at least give a reason. An army without a name cannot carry out an unjust act. This is a great taboo, Your Majesty."

Li Chumo smiled dismissively and simply ordered someone to send him away.

The fox-folk chieftain sent a letter of apology. Although she did not know what crime she had committed that would lead Li Chumo to launch a military campaign against her, she took the lead in admitting defeat, adhering to the principle that might makes right.

Li Chumo looked at it with the same disdain, killed the envoy of the fox tribe, and tore up the letter of apology.

She used this reason to protect criminals.

Li Chumo's attitude was firm, and the werewolf tribe dared not neglect it. Other orc tribes, upon receiving instructions, could only send troops to provide support.

In just a few days, a massive army had assembled in the werewolf tribe.

"Your Majesty!" The enormous werewolf warrior, clad in armor, stood at the front of the army, kneeling on one knee to receive the Queen's inspection.

"Including the warriors recruited by our tribe, as well as the reinforcements sent by other tribes, we have formed ten squads, each with three thousand men. All support measures have been implemented. As long as you give the order, we will set off in five directions and will definitely wipe out that fox tribe."

Li Chumo stood on the parade platform, her cold gaze sweeping across the crowd. The wolves lowered their heads, none daring to look directly into the Queen's eyes.

She was dressed in expensive armor, exuding a powerful demonic aura, and possessed a dignified and majestic presence. However, her gaze was cold, and there was an unreachable abyss between her and the werewolves below.

She was their queen, yet she never understood them.

Just like them, they never understood what their queen was thinking.

“Well done, Silver Moon. You truly deserve to be the bravest warrior in our werewolf tribe.” Li Chumo’s cold voice rang out: “Now, let’s set off. I order you to slaughter the fox tribe and leave no one alive.”

"Yes, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Silvermoon will obey your command and exterminate all living beings of the fox tribe."

The moment it received the instruction, the werewolf named Silvermoon instantly transformed into a beast. It raised its iron hammer high, turned, and howled:

"Let's go! For the Queen!"

"Awoo!"

In response, it was met with the howls of thousands of wolves.

Chapter 458 Madness

"Sister Lan, have some."

"No need, you guys drink first."

Being trapped in the jungle, the lack of food wasn't the main problem; the main problem was the lack of water.

The blade in his hand gleamed with a cold light. Lan Xiu wiped his sword and declined the water bottle offered by his companions. Some of them were not yet deeply cultivated and still needed to eat grains.

Lan Xiu had cultivated in the cultivation center for many years before, and he never stopped cultivating during the ten years he was on the run. Although he was not yet an Earth Immortal, he was very close.

The wind rustled the leaves, and dew dripped onto the mud. The group of fugitives sat in twos and threes, none of them uttering a sound.

The blade has been drinking blood for years, and it can never be wiped clean.

Lan Xiu didn't stop either. While wiping her sword, she asked her companion in a low voice, "Are the pursuers still chasing us?"

"No, that's all, it's just..."

The companion wanted to say something more, but Lan Xiu interrupted him: "When the forbidden moment truly arrives, I will use that move. After I use it, you will be the new leader."

"Sister Lan..."

The patched cloak accentuated Lan Xiu's delicate features. She smiled, as if talking about something unrelated: "Whether I can use it or not is still uncertain. I originally intended to use this move on the leader of the Demonic Sect, but... we'll see when the time comes. I need to continue my cultivation."

Ten years ago, the earth-shattering sword strike not only left a permanent wound on the Lord of the Crows, but also made Zhi Xinghan's name resound throughout the land.

Whether they were members of the demonic sect or fugitives from the righteous path, everyone knew that year, there was a man with a sword who, at the half-step Earth Immortal level, severely injured the Heavenly Immortal Demon.

That move, "Eternal Righteousness," was Zhi Xinghan's top-secret technique; he didn't tell anyone about it before using it.

—Except for Lanxiu.

His companion said no more, but looked at Lan Xiu with concern.

As Lan Xiu's closest companion, she naturally knew what he was doing. The day the sword was drawn would be the day Lan Xiu died.

The key is how and where it's produced.

She looked up at Lan Xiu's slightly empty eyes.

"Don't worry about me, go do your thing. You'll have to keep watch on the pursuers." Lan Xiu looked up, seemingly noticing his companion's concern, and smiled as he spoke to her.

"it is good."

Her companion nodded, got up and hurried outside. When she reached the forest path, she suddenly turned back.

She saw Lan Xiu with his eyes closed, a sword across her lap, illusory spiritual energy swirling around her, and faint traces of the Great Dao.

Ten years ago, she delivered a stunning sword strike, which her companion happened to witness as well, since she was also one of Zhi Xinghan's followers.

She still remembered the words the boy murmured:

"Good and evil cannot coexist."

"The righteous path is not yet dead."

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Winter is approaching, and it's getting colder.

However, before the first snow of winter could fall, the earth was awakened by a tremendous roar.

The fox tribe had long since replaced its original bamboo walls with stone bricks, layer upon layer, but even such defense could not withstand the relentless bombardment by the orc alliance led by the werewolf tribe.

Under command, the demonic beasts continuously unleashed secret techniques. After a round, they would send out orc generals who had condensed linear runes to lead the charge.

The fox tribe retreated again and again, leaving a large number of wounded at the aid station. Some wounded could not be accommodated and had to be temporarily placed on the street, resulting in a scene of mourning and misery.

The current clan leader is a red fox. She waved a white flag on the wall and pitifully cried out, "We are willing to surrender. Please, Alliance Leader, give us a way out!"

She was met with an even fiercer attack.

Li Chumo had already given the order to exterminate the clan, and no one dared to slack off, fearing they would be next, so they fought with extra fervor.

While the other races thought this way, the werewolf tribe unconditionally obeyed the queen's orders. General Silvermoon stood on a hillside, gazing at the fox tribe from afar.

The fox-people tribe is nestled in a lush valley, surrounded by winding streams and blooming flowers. Towering trees with dense foliage allow sunlight to filter through the leaves, casting golden beams onto the flagstone path, creating a passageway that seems to lead to another world.

The village's architecture blends seamlessly with nature, with houses scattered among bamboo groves, their roofs covered in moss and vines, creating a rustic and harmonious atmosphere. Each building is adorned with exquisite carvings, and the windows are inlaid with stained glass, refracting brilliant light when it shines through.

Everyone says that fox spirits love beauty, and seeing it today, I can confirm that the saying is true.

After ten years of development, both tribes have expanded considerably, and other aspects have also improved. Silver Moon sighed helplessly, regretting that such a beautiful scene was about to be ruined by him.

"Silver Moon...."

A terrifying demonic aura emanated from behind him, startling him so much that every hair on his body stood on end. He turned around abruptly and saw the path he had come from. Li Chumo was standing there, his armor exuding an air of nobility, his haughty eyes commanding respect even from a subordinate position.

He dared not look any longer and quickly knelt on one knee and bowed his head: "Your Majesty, this is the front line of the battlefield, why did you have to come here in person?"

"You teach me how to do things?"

"I wouldn't dare!" He lowered his head even further.

The sound of chains clanging came in, and he felt the other person walk up to him and stop.

"A whole day has passed, and you still haven't won?"

The voice was cold and piercing. Yin Yue didn't dare to look up. He turned around and lowered his eyes, only able to see the other person's boots. He could feel demonic energy swirling around his neck, like a powerful hunter eyeing his prey.

"Your Majesty, the enemy is putting up a fierce resistance and has laid many traps, but they will only need three days..."

"Three more days!?"

The noticeably raised tone indicated that the Queen was already expressing her displeasure.

Silver Moon broke out in a cold sweat. He gritted his teeth and said, "Just two days..."

"waste!"

Li Chumo roared, "The Fox People tribe doesn't have any demonic beasts that can condense patterned emblems, and they only have a few linear emblems. You actually want two more days?"

"You make it sound so easy," Silver Moon said with a wry smile. "What do you mean by 'a few'?"

Orc training, based on beast transformation and following the path of demon beast cultivation, can condense linear runes, which in itself means that the other party has the strength of an Earth Immortal. How many Earth Immortals are there in this world? The sects where a few Earth Immortals reside can already be considered medium-sized sects.

It should be noted that even Li Chumo herself has only reached the level of a half-step Earth Immortal over the years. It is only because she possesses the power of the Great Void that she is different from ordinary people and can compete with those Heavenly Immortals.

He looked up and stole a glance at the Queen. Her Majesty exuded a demonic aura, her gray-white tail swaying from side to side as if it were a sharp blade to sever heads. Her dark eyes gazed into the distance, devouring everything.

"Fine, I knew you guys weren't up to par." Li Chumo said coldly, "I'll do it myself."

Silver Moon was taken aback and instinctively tried to dissuade her, "Your Majesty..."

"What do you mean, 'what do you mean, 'what do you mean'?" Li Chumo looked at him coldly: "When the werewolf tribe goes to war, the chief should be the first to bear the brunt. Do you have any objections?"

"I wouldn't dare," Silver Moon replied, then added cautiously, "But even if you insist on going, please make sure we're prepared..."

"Silver Moon." Li Chumo's voice grew increasingly cold, almost murderous. She softened her tone, speaking each word clearly: "I don't like nonsense, understand?"

"Yes, I'll do it right away..."

The silver moon rose, but the queen had vanished.

A wave of demonic energy swept over them, and the roaring sounds ceased instantly. Sensing the demonic energy that penetrated to their very bones, all the demonic beasts instinctively trembled.

The Red Fox Clan Chief's eyes blurred, and he saw Li Chumo standing in front of him.

She assumed the other party had accepted her request, and immediately knelt down, saying, "My lord, my fox tribe is willing..."

However, the next second, she saw her own body.

...Huh?

Before she could finish asking her question, her eyes widened in disbelief and fell to the ground.

For a moment, the world was silent.

Li Chumo stood atop the city wall, the demonic wind scattering her purple hair. Watching the trees swaying in the wind, she suddenly revealed a bewitching smile, gazing at a certain illusion.

My broken heart keeps healing, but the auditory hallucinations keep recurring, repeating yesterday's story.