Harvest

His clone only possessed the physical strength of Peak Seventh Rank. The series of frenzied attacks just now had consumed a lot of his Qi and Blood. If he were to forcibly pursue and kill the opponent, although he could capture him, the clone's foundation would likely be damaged.

It's not worth it for a half-crippled old monster.

Chen Fan slowly turned around, casting his cold gaze at the hundreds of Black Fiend Guards who were already stunned in mid-air.

"The patriarch has run away, so you bunch of grandsons can stay behind to pay off your debts."

The boy grinned, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth, which, in the eyes of the Black Fiend Guards, was a thousand times more terrifying than a demon crawling out of hell!

"Run!"

Suddenly, a piercing scream rang out, and hundreds of elite Black Fiend Guards were instantly terrified, abandoning their armor and weapons and fleeing in all directions on their war beasts.

"Are you able to leave?"

Chen Fan's smile vanished, his gaze darkened, and he slashed horizontally through the air with his fingers like a knife!

Buzz!

The Totem Power filled the sky and transformed into thousands of sharp, gray-red Blade Aura in his palm, sweeping out like a rain of pear blossoms!

Puff! Puff! Puff!

A crimson rainstorm began to fall from the sky.

Without any doubt, even the slightest trace of divine power emanating from his clone was far beyond the capabilities of these ordinary cultivators in the face of this terrifying powerhouse who once suppressed Ten Thousand Races with the body of Martial God.

In just a dozen breaths, not a single enemy remained standing in mid-air; shattered armor and a rain of blood fell together onto the hard rock of Blackstone Mountain.

The mountain wind howled, and the pungent smell of blood slowly spread through the valley.

Chen Fan slowly floated down from the Void, his toes lightly touching the open ground in front of the main village. The violent Qi and Blood around him receded like a tide, and in an instant he returned to the seemingly harmless and handsome young man.

"They're... out? Finished fighting?"

The stone door to the cellar in the rear fortress slid open slightly, and a round, dusty, chubby head cautiously peeked out, its shifty eyes scanning the surroundings.

When the short, stout priest saw the empty sky and the tattered Black Fiend Battle Armor covering the mountains and fields, his fat face froze instantly, a strange gurgling sound came from his throat, and he almost fainted.

"Chief... leader!"

The short, stout priest scrambled out of the cellar, his round body bursting with astonishing agility as he pounced on Chen Fan, his eyes gleaming and his fat jiggling with excitement.

"What about that old monster? What about those Black Fiend Guards in the sky? Did you... did you wipe them all out?!"

"The old monster lost half his body and escaped by self-destructing his essence and blood."

Chen Fan casually rubbed his forearm and wiped the dust off the fat man's fist on his shoulder.

"Stop howling here. Call on the brothers who can still move, and loot all the Storage Rings, weapons, and armor from this mountain and seal them up. Be quick, or we'll miss dinner tonight."

"Alright! This old servant will personally lead the team to dig! We even scraped a few ounces of spirit gold from the soles of their boots!"

The short, stout priest straightened his back, pounding his chest loudly, his face beaming with smug glee. He roared into the cellar in his hoarse voice, "All of you, get out here and get to work! Our leader is mighty! The old dog from the Black Fiend Gate has had his legs broken and gone back to his hometown!"

In an instant, a deafening cheer erupted from inside the stone fortress, and the Fire Crow Tribe members rushed out with tears in their eyes.

Chen Fan looked at his jubilant tribesmen, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

However, when he turned his head and looked towards the direction of the Profound Nether Main City in the north, a cold glint flashed in the depths of his eyes.

The fierce winds Blackstone Mountain Main Stronghold gradually subsided, and the strong smell of blood that filled the air was torn into wisps by the mountain winds.

Scattered across the gravelly beach for miles around were hundreds of suits of heavy armor made of black, gleaming iron, and the low whimpers of black war beasts that had lost their masters.

Looking around, there were tattered Formation Flags and storage rings everywhere.

"I'm rich... this time I'm truly rolling in wealth!"

The short, stout priest wiped the mud from his forehead, staring intently at the wreckage scattered on the ground, his mouth stretched to his ears in a wide grin.

He led over a hundred strong Fire Crow Tribe who emerged from the cellar, skillfully bending down to strip off their armor and examine their rings. Every time he touched a heavy bone ring, the fat man's body would tremble violently three times, and the shock and fanaticism in his eyes almost burst forth in a tangible way.

Those were the Black Fiend Guards had roamed the Great Wilderness for hundreds of years!

Even a random squad leader could command three years' worth of tribute from small tribes within a hundred miles.

Now look what's happened! They're lying neatly all over the mountains, their underwear almost completely stripped off by the Fire Crow Tribe.

As for the high and mighty Ancestor Wusha, who was rumored to be able to move mountains and fill seas, he had half of his body broken by his own ten-year-old leader and fled in panic, spitting blood!

"Chief, we have seized a total of 312 sets of Xuan Iron Heavy Armor, 500 pairs of intact Seventh Rank animal hide combat boots, and over 400 storage bone rings!"

The short, stout priest, carrying a full bag of glittering bone rings, trotted up to Chen Fan, his knees buckled, and he knelt down firmly, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"Our leader possesses unparalleled divine power, truly Primordial Era deity descended from the heavens! This old servant's admiration for our leader is like the mighty Yellow River flowing from the ninth heaven, endless and boundless..."

"Stop, stop, stop! If you keep filming, you'll blow the dark clouds back into the sky."

Chen Fan sat on the bluestone steps, holding a jug of crude ale he had just dug out of the cellar. He tilted his head back and took a small sip, coughing twice as he choked.

He glanced at the fat priest, a half-smile playing on his lips, and casually hooked his fingertip around the priest's waist.

Clatter

Two high-quality Spirit Crystals rolled out from the fat priest's wide sleeves and bounced a few times on the Bluestone Slab.

The short, stout priest's smile froze instantly, his fat twitched, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He stammered, "Chief... Chief, this... this is what this old servant just managed to snag, and I was just about to hand it over..."

"Alright, keep it. Use it to buy two sturdy robes, so your back won't get ripped to shreds again when you escape next time." Chen Fan chuckled, kicking at the pebbles at his feet. "Pick some mild medicinal herbs and light leather armor, and send them back to the rear camp. Give the elderly, weak, women, and children plenty of meat and rice, as they were frightened."

The short, stout priest, as if granted a pardon, scrambled to grab the Spirit Crystals from the ground and kowtowed repeatedly. "The chief is merciful! This old servant will take care of it immediately. Anyone who dares to shortchange the rear village by even a single grain of rice, this old servant will personally skin them alive!"

Not far away, several old Fire Crow Tribe hunters, their arms bound with thick hemp strips, walked over, supporting each other.

They looked at the relaxed-looking boy on the steps, their eyes red-rimmed, wanting to bow deeply, but Chen Fan stood up first and held their arms.