Midnight slaughter, plunder at dawn

One of the team members was named "Kun Ping". He disliked noise and always chose to live in secluded places, rarely talking to others.

Although he is somewhat aloof, he is still highly regarded in the clan due to his outstanding abilities.

"Kun Ping, don't go any further. Let's rest together tonight. Just bear with it, it will pass."

After a moment's thought, Kun Ping decided that, to be on the safe side, he shouldn't stray too far from the team.

"Then I'll rest on that tree over there. Call me if anything seems amiss."

"Alright."

Kun Ping keeps away from people, partly because his five senses are naturally more acute than those of his kind, and partly because he has comprehended the ability of "Supernormal Perception," which gives him an instinctive awareness of nearby creatures, and he is often disturbed by the surrounding atmosphere.

Secondly, even when trying to avoid crowds, one can still vaguely hear the rising and falling breathing and whispers around them, so they can only frown and endure it.

Suddenly, he sensed an unusual aura approaching.

Although its exact origins are unclear, it always felt distinctly different from the fluctuations of the surrounding Kunyu Tribe.

Is he a member of the same race with a special bloodline?

A hint of doubt rose in Kun Ping's drowsy state.

No—that person is rushing towards their location at breakneck speed! They're coming for them!

Kun Ping suddenly opened his eyes and saw a figure wearing a concealment mask standing right in front of him, and an attack immediately came at him.

"Who goes there?! Help—!"

A barrage of attacks rained down on him; the attacker's combat strength far exceeded expectations!

After dealing with several Kunyu Tribe players, Zhang Mingzhen had already figured out an effective way to fight them: first, seize the initiative with a surprise attack, and then use high-damage moves to disrupt the opponent's rhythm.

He immediately used a restraining skill to keep the target nearby and launched a fierce close-range attack.

He discovered that the Kunyu Tribe's skills were similar to those of human archers, excelling in high-speed movement, and their attack power increased with distance.

To suppress its output, Zhang Mingzhen consistently adopted a close-quarters combat strategy.

Kun Ping was completely unprepared for the enemy's swift and fierce attack, and was unable to defend himself for a while. Seeing that his energy was about to run out, he became increasingly anxious.

At this moment, he vaguely sensed more than ten auras rushing towards this place—it must be his fellow tribesmen who noticed the abnormality and came to his aid!

We must not fall at this moment!

The Kunyu Tribe squad vaguely heard Kun Ping's cries for help and immediately rushed to the source of the sound, where they indeed saw an enemy attacking him!

There really was a foreign enemy launching a surprise attack!

But the opponent was only one person, while they had more than ten team members. The arrogant Kunyu Tribe never thought that they might be defeated.

Zhang Mingzhen didn't sense anyone approaching through his senses—he simply noticed that Kun Ping's expression had softened slightly, as if he had seen a glimmer of hope.

It seems the enemy has realized reinforcements are on their way.

Since that's the case, we can't give him any more breathing room.

Ignoring the pursuers who might be behind him, Zhang Mingzhen focused all his efforts on suppressing Kun Ping's dwindling health and killed him decisively.

"You rampant thief, stop now!"

Kun Ting was surprised by the attacker's arrogance, daring to kill Kun Ping in front of them. He immediately signaled to the clansman beside him who possessed the resurrection technique to go and rescue him. At the same time, he led the rest of his team to rush towards Zhang Mingzhen, determined to capture and kill him on the spot.

The balance of power among the various races in the God's Domain makes it not uncommon for cultivators to possess the power of revival, but this power is also bound by many rules, and its essence remains the same.

Zhang Mingzhen was well-versed in this principle—those techniques that reverse life and death are all limited by lengthy breathing exercises, and external disturbances are most taboo when performing the technique.

As a veteran Priest, he knew all too well that the method of resurrection required prolonged chanting of incantations, during which one could not be distracted in the slightest.

Therefore, when he saw someone in the enemy ranks rushing towards the place where Kun Ping had fallen and beginning to form a magic seal, he concluded that it was the Priest in this team, and also the target he had to eliminate first!

Withstanding the onslaught of more than a dozen bursts of energy, he unleashed his own inner energy and charged straight at the Priest like lightning!

The Priest "Kun Jing" instantly teleported to the place where Kun Ping died.

In the Cangwu Realm, when a player dies, a wisp of soul crystal remains, which can only last for thirty breaths. Only someone who has mastered the secret art of resurrection can approach and cast a spell to bring the deceased back to life.

The art of resurrection requires standing still and chanting with all one's heart, so it is often performed only when the war has ended or when there is no danger in the surrounding area.

In the midst of battle, attempting to rescue someone could easily be thwarted by distractions, so he kept a close eye on his surroundings while chanting the incantation.

Sure enough, that damned enemy also sensed his intention and came rushing towards him.

The Priest was usually surrounded by people on the battlefield, but just now, in his eagerness to save people, he had rushed to the front lines alone.

With no barriers around them, they could only retreat and dodge in the face of Zhang Mingzhen's sudden barrage of attacks.

The resurrection incantation that had been forming was forced to stop, and they had to find another opportunity—which was exactly what Zhang Mingzhen had been seeking.

What he had to do was to hold off the enemy team for as long as the Soul Crystal lasted, keeping them constantly on the run, and then take advantage of the situation to attack the players with weaker defenses.

Now that he had no time to hold back, he used the Divine Movement Secret Talisman he had obtained from the Legion Guild earlier. Within thirty breaths, his figure became like a phantom, and his speed tripled!

The Kunyu Tribe's formation, which was about to encircle them, was suddenly disrupted by his explosive speed. They could only watch helplessly as Zhang Mingzhen a ghost, passed through the crowd and struck the weaker support players of his own clan at the rear of the formation.

Protect the rear!

"Don't panic!"

Damn it!

"That bastard!"

The crowd cursed angrily.

However, Zhang Mingzhen's killing move was fully unleashed the moment he broke into the formation, and the team of more than ten people was wiped out in an instant!

Team leader Kun Ting never expected that this opponent could withstand the combined attack of everyone and severely injure his side. What's even more terrifying is that this person is also skilled in healing techniques!

Is this some kind of aggressive Priest build?

Seeing their clansmen dwindling rapidly, if things continued like this, they feared they would all perish here!

There was no other way—although I knew that using forbidden techniques to call for help in the dark might bring unknown dangers, I couldn't care less at this moment; it was better than dying on the spot!

The Kunyu Tribe's temporary stronghold was quite vast, large enough to accommodate ten thousand people.

Unable to communicate via the system, they were unable to quickly summon most of their reinforcements, so they had no choice but to resort to forbidden techniques and release fireworks into the sky.

Although these forbidden spells were made to keep the noise down as much as possible, the sudden burst of firelight in the dark night after the spell was cast still alerted most of the Kun Tribe.

"It's a distress call! Regiments 1-10, follow me! The rest of you, hold your positions, tighten the defensive line, and do not panic!"

As the temporary commander of this battle, Kun Yuqing saw the fireworks rising into the sky and immediately led his troops to rush towards the source of the flames.

They thought their enemy would flee the moment the fireworks went off, but Zhang Mingzhen showed no sign of retreating and continued to unleash his full power on the remaining Kunyu Tribe!

Wasn't he afraid of being surrounded and killed by the main force? Did he have a backup plan, or was he simply too confident in his own strength?

Kun Ting had no time to think further; he only felt that under the relentless onslaught, his own energy was about to dissipate, and he would perish here at any moment!

"No... please... spare me... I don't want to die... save me..."

He had already risked everything to send a plea for help to the main force, so why couldn't he escape this calamity? He refused to die and perish like this!

If I hadn't stepped into this Secret Realm battlefield... perhaps this wouldn't have happened...

In the last instant before his consciousness faded, he only glimpsed the person's icy eyes beneath the Ice Seal, and their indifference to life and death...

What a damn birth!

He attacked and tried to kill me when I had no grudge against him?

Could it be Bloodthirsty Tribe I killed before?

When Kun Yuqing arrived with the majority of his troops, he saw a few wisps of soul crystal light slowly dissipating in the area, and his face immediately turned ashen.

"Brother Qing, the soul crystal has just dissipated, that person must not have gone far. Let's go after him immediately!" the clansman beside him said angrily.

"Chase? Where should we chase them? Chasing them will only scatter us. Are we going to let them divide and defeat us again?"

Kun Yuqing ordered, "Order everyone to halt rest and assemble immediately! I want to see just what kind of methods 'he' has!"

Although they knew that the enemy was secretly harassing their troops, a thorough investigation revealed that nearly three hundred people were missing!

To disappear here is tantamount to the annihilation of one's spiritual path and body!

An unprecedented rage surged within Kun Yuqing's chest.

If the clan elders were to find out that his team had lost over three hundred men before even touching the Spirit Seed, his prestige within the clan would surely plummet.

"No rest tonight." He summoned all the squad leaders, his voice as cold and hard as iron. "Sacrificing many comrades to conserve energy is not a wise move."

"From this moment forward, all squads are prohibited from dispersing and must remain on high alert at all times."

Some people are worried. "Will insufficient energy affect tomorrow's battle for the Spirit Seed?"

"We can't worry about that now." Kun Yuqing's eyes were dark. "I'm actually wondering if the Bloodthirsty Tribe has also suffered a similar attack."

"If they were also injured, that would be fine, but if not..."

His unspoken words hung in the air, causing everyone's hearts to sink.

The attackers have yet to reveal their true identities.

There can be no other players in the Secret Realm. If the Bloodthirsty Tribe is also attacked, it means that the Secret Realm itself is facing a crisis.

However, if the other party is unharmed, then the mastermind behind it can almost certainly be determined to be Bloodthirsty Tribe.

Once this hypothesis surfaced, several Kunyu Tribe felt that the possibility was becoming increasingly likely.

"It must have been them! We can't just sit here and wait to die!"

A Captain, who had not had enough rest, had bloodshot eyes and wished he could charge into the enemy camp immediately.

"Go back and stabilize your respective teams first." Kun Yuqing waved his hand.

At this moment, Zhang Mingzhen had already quietly returned to the crowd.

He overheard Kun Xiong relaying the collective resolution to his team members—suspicion pointing directly at the Bloodthirsty Tribe —and couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

The Bloodthirsty Tribe is definitely going to take the blame; otherwise, wouldn't all his hard work throughout the night have been in vain?

Although his team was missing one person, Kun Xiong's gaze remained fixed on him.

Zhang Mingzhen secretly calculated that he needed to solve this problem first, otherwise his actions would be restricted at every turn.

The group huddled together through the long night, only daring to stretch their limbs as dawn broke before setting off towards their destination.

"Everyone, listen up!" Kun Yuqing's voice pierced through the morning mist, "Form small teams and quickly locate suitable spawning sites for Spirit Seed!"

Kun Ling had explained the rules of the Spirit Seed competition to him: the first day required eliminating monsters and collecting resources, while the second day was the life-or-death battle for the seed.

The monsters in the Secret Realm are accustomed to appearing at night and hiding during the day, but today is an exception—the aura of the Spirit Seed's appearance will draw them all out.

Their mission is to Protection the Spirit Seed and repel the swarming monsters.

Before Spirit Seed is born, it will show signs of a halo, and you must occupy the area where the halo is located in advance to wait.

The more magnificent the halo, the stronger the activity of the Spirit Seed, and the greater the quantity produced. Of course, the competition will also be more intense.

Before long, a large force of the Bloodthirsty Tribe emerged from the other side, clearly also drawn by the aura emanating from this region.

Kun Yuqing glanced at the enemy's formation and his face immediately turned ashen.

The enemy not only had a slight numerical advantage, but their overall morale was also significantly better than ours.

What does that mean?

Those bastards don't follow any rules at all; they must have launched the sneak attack last night!

Such despicable tactics have never been seen before!

Kun Yuqing was so angry that she trembled all over, and only her remaining rationality suppressed the urge to fight to the death on the spot.

"Full speed ahead to take positions! As usual—small halos are defended by a single squad, while large halos are defended by two squads combined. Call for reinforcements immediately if necessary!"

"Yes, sir!"

Both sides rushed towards the area where the halo was spreading almost simultaneously.

Zhang Mingzhen and his team members walked briskly forward. They were lucky enough to occupy a small spot with a halo effect.

Other nearby dots were also a kilometer away, and could be vaguely identified as belonging to the Kunyu Tribe.

Based on past practice, as long as there are enough halos, conflicts over points are rare.

Furthermore, their location was relatively remote, so they shouldn't attract the attention of enemies.

The team members naturally understood this and all breathed a sigh of relief.

"But we must not let our guard down," team leader Kun Xiong solemnly reminded us. "Even if the Bloodthirsty Tribe don't come to compete for it, we must still be wary of the monsters attracted by the Spirit Seed."

"I've heard that the monsters here are getting stronger every year, and they're becoming increasingly difficult to deal with."

He secretly hoped that he could accumulate more Spirit Seed this time.

According to clan rules, if there is a surplus after handing over two Spirit Seed, the excess can be kept by the individual.

At that time, he may be able to use the power of the Spirit Seed to temper his body again, and his strength may be able to improve further.

All cultivators who participate in the battle for Spirit Seed can not only accumulate a large amount of merit within their clan, but also retain the remaining Spirit Seed for their own use after paying the prescribed amount.

Without such incentives, who would be willing to risk their life to join the battle?

It should be known that thousands of people perish in each competition!

The bigger the waves, the more expensive the fish.

"They're here!"

Kun Xiong kept his eyes fixed on the ball of light in mid-air. When he saw it suddenly flicker and then burst into a bright light, he immediately raised his voice to warn everyone.

The halo grew brighter and brighter, as if something living was struggling to break free from it. Slowly, a yellow sphere of light rose from the depths of the light—could this be the Spirit Seed?

Before Zhang Mingzhen, who was seeing the Spirit Seed for the first time, could examine it closely, billowing Black Mist suddenly rose from the ground around them and swept towards the location of the light sphere.

"Watch out!"

The Black Mist surged and condensed, transforming into countless monsters covered in pitch-black scales, roaring as they pounced on the crowd.

"Melee fighters, move forward to protect the rear and provide support!"

Although "Kun Ling" belongs to the minor cultivation lineage, she focuses more on life skills, so people do not have high expectations for her.

Zhang Mingzhen remained hidden within the formation, feigning exertion while observing the movements of the strange creatures within the Secret Realm.