He had now roughly guessed what the Black Wind King was thinking in his mind.
The King of Black Wind must be afraid of offending the Lord of the Netherworld, so he allowed himself to handle this matter without anyone noticing.
But how can the disappearance of thousands of disciples be truly airtight? Lord Netherworld is not a fool, of course he can sense everything.
I will definitely be the one in big trouble by then.
"It seems that after handling this matter, I will leave this damn Tianyi Pavilion."
Li Xiao looked at the cultivation resources piled behind with a sinister look on his face, and he had already made a decision in his heart.
After this task is completed, he will take all his cultivation resources and stay away from Tianyi Pavilion and Jinghu Villa.
These two behemoths are not fuel-efficient lamps. If you get stuck in the quagmire, sooner or later there will be no bones left. You still have to know how to accept it when it's good.
…
The southeast gate of the City of Running Wolf is a side gate. The third-rate families with relatively low strength are stationed here.
Because the main positions like the East City Gate and the North City Gate have long been occupied by first-rate families and second-rate families.
Although this sounds a bit bullying to them, every family leader dares to be angry but dare not speak out. After all, the strength is here, and they are the ones to blame.
However, what is different from other family settlements is the dilapidated family under the jurisdiction of the Lord of the Netherworld.
The head of the dilapidated family is the dilapidated king!
I saw that his clothes were somewhat similar to those of the Lord of the Netherworld. They both wore dark black robes with many ancient patterns inlaid on them.
But his strength is only in the middle stage of the Golden Fairy Realm.
The ruined king was sitting in his tent, listening to the reports of his disciples with a face full of joy.
"Reporting to the head of the family, in the first battle, we lost dozens of disciples, and in the second battle, we lost dozens of disciples."
"As the battle progresses, our training resources have been depleted by about one-fifth."
…
One message after another reached the ears of the Ruined King.
Although these dozens of people are not a small number, in such a terrifying battle, such losses are already minimal.
The other third-rate families have already suffered more than half of their casualties, and there are not many training resources left.
In comparison, the dilapidated family has suffered the least losses among the third-rate families.
All of this was of course thanks to the secret help of the Netherworld Supreme.
"Okay, okay, no need to say any more, I already know it in my heart, just go ahead and do what you need to do!"
The Ruined King smiled and waved his hand. He had no intention of listening to those things now.
Anyway, he didn't need to listen to know that his family's loss was almost nothing.
Before the disciple was about to leave, he looked a little embarrassed and wanted to say something.
"Just tell me if you have anything."
"Master, we... we need to practice harder now! The most critical moment of this battle is coming soon!"
"In case of an attack on Jinghu Villa, do we have to prepare some life-saving trump cards and formulate some offensive strategies?"
The disciple's tone of voice was a bit stammering. It was really difficult to describe the current situation of his family.
Disciples from other third-rate families, including those from first-rate families, cherish their time and wish they could devote all their time in the day to cultivation.
After all, no one wants to lose their lives in vain in the upcoming war.
But their run-down family is just like the former disciples of Beichengmen Tianji Team, they all look like they are just waiting to die.
But others have that strength, what do you have?
"What is there to practice? Is this kind of thing something you worry about?"
"Let alone the last battle, there is nothing to be afraid of even if we reach the bottom of Jinghu Villa!"
"Anyway, with those ridiculous cannon fodders taking bullets for us, there is no point in practicing."
The Ruined King waved his hands in annoyance. Things like cultivation did not exist for them at all.
With the Lord of the Netherworld as his thigh to hug, and his brain being sound, how could he do such a thankless task?
"Okay...okay."
Just after the disciple retreated, an inexplicable strong wind suddenly came from the entire tent. Even the tables, chairs and benches placed below were blown over in an instant, and the entire tent was turned into a mess.
The leader, the Ruined King, almost fell off his chair.
The Ruined King quickly stood up and bowed directly to the void in front of him.
"Meet the Supreme Lord Netherworld."
The next moment, the figure in the void finally appeared. The person who came was none other than the head of the Netherworld family, the Lord of Netherworld!
The Lord of the Netherworld waved his hand lightly, and then ducked to the position of the Ruined King.
The Ruined King was also very discerning and hurriedly served tea and water to the Lord of the Netherworld, and even directly greeted the other disciples out.
You still have to do this kind of thing yourself!
After all, if they want to obtain many benefits here, they still have to rely on the Lord of the Netherworld in front of them!
Otherwise, their family might be the first to be sent to the battlefield, the first to rush to the front, and they would die without even knowing how.
"How have you been practicing lately?"
The Lord of Netherworld spoke calmly.
"This... don't worry about this. We have been cultivating intensively and will never embarrass you. You can be optimistic about this in the next battle."
The Ruined King swallowed his saliva and could only deal with it perfunctorily.
"Come on, don't paint a picture for me here. Don't I have an idea of what your family is like?"
The Lord of Netherworld snorted coldly. Since the beginning of the war, he has been paying attention to the development of the dilapidated family.
These guys really don't give themselves any face, but they have their own protection. They are at the rear in every battle, and their losses are very small.
"Thank you for your blessing, thank you for your blessing."
"I and the disciples of our family must express our gratitude to you. You are our benefactor for rebirth."
Seeing that the matter could no longer be concealed, the Ruined King could only smile awkwardly.
However, although Lord Netherworld is a little unhappy at this time, his family is also a branch of their family after all!
Strictly speaking, this is your own family, so you have to take care of it to a certain extent.
"Lord Netherworld, do you have anything to give me when you come here this time?"
"You see you have a lot on your plate. If there is anything I can do for you, just ask, even if it means going through fire and water."
Seeing that the Lord of the Netherworld had stopped speaking, the Ruined King hurriedly took over the words.
Apart from anything else, this face-related thing still needs to be done properly.