Camp Riot (Seeking Collection)

Night fell on the military camp.

"Inconceivable, defying common sense, that is Spiritual Power!"

Zhong Shenxiu sat cross-legged, pondering to himself, and couldn't help but smile. "Interesting."

He was beginning to understand what Spiritual Power was.

For the people of this great world, magic was not a legend; some had even witnessed it firsthand.

Things like drawing talismans, chanting spells, inviting spirits, and summoning deities were commonplace.

To them, defying common sense and being inconceivable wasn't just about immense power.

It was about more wondrous effects.

Like... traversing the void, reversing cause and effect, or turning back time?

"That's unlikely, right? After all, it's only the fourth realm of cultivation..."

Zhong Shenxiu exhaled slowly. "Consuming nine Yin, devouring eight Yang," does that refer to the Gang Sha realm, meaning one can refine at most nine Sha Qi and eight Gang Qi?"

Although his Ten Directions Beast Art was incomplete, he was already at the peak of Xiantian and could consider advancing.

As for further honing his foundation?

While not wrong, the suppression of a major realm was ultimately more powerful than being invincible within the same realm. As long as his foundation and origin weren't damaged to the point of preventing advancement, he felt it was acceptable.

'Moreover... my body has already undergone some changes. This is not a good omen...'

As he was thinking, Zhong Shenxiu suddenly felt something.

"Not good!"

He went outside and looked up at the sky.

He saw the twin moons rising in the sky. One moment they were silver and bright, the next they were stained with a crimson hue, as if soaked in blood, a vivid scarlet.

Between heaven and earth, a strange, evil atmosphere suddenly descended.

Even something within him began to stir restlessly.

"Blood Moon Night, it came so suddenly."

Zhong Shenxiu sighed, then felt a surge of excitement. "Whether I live or die depends on this!"

The next moment, a howl rose from somewhere in the camp.

Immediately after, came continuous roars.

"Someone's killing!"

"Ahhh!"

Many soldiers descended into madness. Some rolled on the ground, others fought amongst themselves, and some even drew their weapons and drew blood from their comrades...

"There's this too... a camp riot?!"

He mused, "Not too early, not too late, just this coincidental timing. It must be the descendants of the Felix Family who did this!"

A moment earlier.

Dilia gazed at the crystal ball before her. "Tonight is the Blood Moon Night!"

Fisher's expression changed, and he coughed a few times. "Such a coincidence? My injuries haven't even recovered yet..."

He still felt lingering fear thinking about the monster from earlier that day.

If he hadn't hidden so much and possessed several magic weapons, an ordinary Sergeant, even with dozens of men, would have been wiped out.

"The timing of the Blood Moon Night is always uncertain, but it's within these few days, so it's not entirely unexpected..."

Dilia cupped the crystal ball in her hands, seemingly gazing into her future within it. "And... we were already prepared, weren't we?"

Her voice deepened as she began reciting ancient incantations.

In various parts of the camp, wisps of talismans suddenly appeared, glowing... emitting streams of black mist.

This black mist, combined with the Blood Moon Night and the restless atmosphere of all things, immediately produced a mysterious influence, spreading throughout Black Mountain Fortress.

Suddenly.

It seemed a soldier cried out in his sleep.

This cry woke others, and a chain reaction began, spreading continuously.

Madness occupied their eyes as they began to brawl and roar...

Fisher didn't need to go out and see to know what was happening.

"The military is already a high-pressure environment with no outlet for emotions. Coupled with us releasing fear, anger, and other emotions, and with pre-positioned instigators, it's like a pile of dry firewood, easily ignited..."

"Even with strong individuals suppressing it, the rioting soldiers won't calm down easily."

"Even if they do calm down, they'll be physically and mentally exhausted... within a few days, this camp will be ruined."

Fisher marveled, "Truly a spell passed down from the ancient gods!"

"Alright, it's time for us to set off too."

Dilia picked up the crystal ball. "The ancient altar will surely reappear today!"

The sacrifices to the ancient gods were no ordinary matter; they required the correct time, place, and ritual.

Therefore, the Black Mountain Great Rift was a place they had to go!

"Yes, ma'am!"

Fisher had already prepared secret passages and horses.

At this moment, he gave a signal, and more people arrived, gathering together. They broke out of the military camp and headed directly towards the Black Mountain Great Rift.

Along the way, they encountered the frenzied soldiers, their expressions cold as they cut them down.

"What happened?"

Feng Xi'er was meditating when the blood moon appeared. She was the first to rush out of her tent.

But the next moment, after hearing the commotion, her expression turned extremely grim.

"The camp is in chaos! The camp is in chaos!"

Xu Wenling was disheveled, still holding a blood-stained long saber. It was clear he had already killed a few people.

At this point, no amount of talking to the soldiers would work; they could only be killed.

"Where is my Black Armored Iron Cavalry?"

Feng Xi'er didn't even look at him and shouted loudly.

"Colonel, we are all here!"

Dozens of people rushed over, forming an escort.

Feng Xi'er's Black Armored Iron Cavalry were, after all, elites. They remained calm in the face of crisis. In such a great chaos, they immediately assembled to protect the officers.

Zhong Shenxiu wore a suit of iron armor, blending into the crowd, completely inconspicuous.

"Colonel, please suppress them quickly."

Xu Wenling, sweating profusely, begged Feng Xi'er.

Slap!

Before he could finish speaking, he was knocked to the ground by Feng Xi'er's personal guard, Que'er.

"It's too late now."

Feng Xi'er looked up at the blood moon and sighed. "I originally intended to use your camp's soldiers, but now they've all become a burden. You are incompetent in managing your subordinates, which is why this disaster has occurred. If I were you, I'd pray that those people don't succeed tonight, or I will report you to the Grand Protector!"

She mounted her horse and shouted, "Black Armored Iron Cavalry, charge out with me! No matter who tries to stop us, kill them without mercy!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

Instantly, dozens of armored cavalrymen responded loudly and charged out together.

Feng Xi'er's objective was clear: straight to the Black Mountain Great Rift, the location of the ancient altar.

"Kill!"

Under the blood-red moonlight, shouts of killing suddenly erupted, and several arrows flew towards them.

Several members of the Black Armored Iron Cavalry fell. Feng Xi'er raised her hand, and two streams of light shot out, seemingly carrying willow-leaf-like flying daggers, disappearing into the darkness.

Several screams came from both sides, and then silence fell.

Feng Xi'er arrived at the foot of the mountain, abandoned her horse, and continued on foot. Looking at the remaining twenty-odd people behind her, she felt a pang of regret. "I thought those remnants wouldn't be able to cause much trouble, but I didn't expect them to hide so much strength. Their ambitions are clearly not small. How hateful!"

Zhong Shenxiu walked leisurely, following the familiar mountain path.

Along the roadside, on the black wild grass, it seemed as if eyes were watching him, causing his heart to tremble.