The Great Demon Black Wind! (Seeking Collections and Recommendations!)

Outside the temporary camp of the Iron Ox Tribe.

"Zhamu, take nine men and hold the left flank."

"Qingshi, take nine men and hold the right flank."

"Blind Man, take the archer squad and fire at will."

"Today, we're going to teach these Black Hand Tribe brats a lesson."

Seeing the Black Armor Guards charging toward them in three columns, Iron Ox immediately issued his orders.

"Haha, sounds good."

"I've put up with these sons of bitches for long enough."

Several men, who also hailed from the Liu Clan guards, responded with loud laughter.

Qingshi was a stocky, middle-aged man whose strength in the Iron Ox Tribe was second only to Iron Ox and Zhamu.

As for Blind Man, he was a scrawny little old man with tiny eyes that he always kept squinted.

Yet, this very same thin old man now held an Ironwood Bow taller than himself, his eyes sharp as a hawk's as he stared at the charging Black Armor Guards, as if sizing up a pile of prey.

"Iron Ox, the brats coming down the center are yours," Blind Man shouted. "Don't you dare tarnish the reputation of the Liu Clan's Nine-Fang Warriors."

"Are they even worthy?" Iron Ox sneered, glancing at Zhou Hao from the corner of his eye. "Young Brother Zhou, dare you charge the center formation with me?"

"Why wouldn't I dare!" Zhou Hao replied in a clear, ringing voice.

"Splendid!" Iron Ox laughed heartily.

Compared to worrying about the entire tribe, he preferred the thrill of the battlefield.

"Let's go!"

Iron Ox took long, heavy strides, his two giant axes like small door panels; their thousand-pound weight combined with the momentum he gathered with every step.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Like a Wild Ox weighing tens of thousands of pounds gone berserk, Iron Ox charged straight at the oncoming Black Armor Guards.

Zhou Hao dug his toes into the ground, his legs coiling and extending as he channeled power from his waist and abdomen, launching himself forward like a released arrow.

"Die!" Iron Ox's giant axe cleaved downward.

The leading Black Armor Guard tried to use the momentum of his Black Sly Beast to block with his blade, but both man and beast were split clean in two by Iron Ox.

"Good!"

"Well done, Iron Ox!"

This morale-boosting sight drew loud cheers from the warriors behind him.

Some of the warriors who had joined the Iron Ox Tribe later, initially trembling as they gripped their spears against such a formidable enemy as the Black Hand Tribe, now found their hands steadying.

Zhou Hao was also about to meet the enemy charging at the front.

It was a bald warrior wielding a long spear, the hideous scar on his face visible to Zhou Hao in vivid detail.

Whoosh!

From three or four meters away, the bald warrior lunged forward on the back of his Black Sly Beast, his spear darting out like a venomous snake.

The Black Sly Beast was incredibly fast, and the tip of the spear reached Zhou Hao in an instant.

Facing this vicious strike, Zhou Hao merely swayed his body, his feet dragging across the ground like he was wading through mud, sliding to the side and causing the spear to pierce empty air.

Whoosh!

A violent gust of wind erupted as Zhou Hao swung his Iron Mace, which transformed into a streak of black light that whistled through the air.

Boom!

The Black Sly Beast, charging with its head down, felt a massive force slam into its chest, its two front legs instantly lifting off the ground.

The entire body of the Black Sly Beast was flipped over by the sheer force of Zhou Hao's strike.

"Ah!"

The bald warrior hadn't expected such strength from this seemingly slender young man.

How much momentum did a charging Black Sly Beast possess?

Caught off guard, he nearly lost his balance and fell from his mount.

But before the bald warrior could regain his footing, his vision went black.

Splat!

His entire head exploded like a watermelon struck by an iron rod, white and red fluids splattering in all directions.

"Young Brother Zhou is mighty!"

"Incredible!"

Following Iron Ox's display, Zhou Hao's prowess drew loud cheers from the tribal warriors arrayed in front of the camp.

They held their formation, waiting for the enemy to close in so they could use the power of their battle array to slaughter them.

Only the most powerful warriors can charge directly into enemy lines like Iron Ox and Zhou Hao; ordinary tribal warriors cannot do the same.

However, the Black Sly Beasts are incredibly fast, and within a few breaths, Zhamu and Qingshi were also locked in close-quarters combat with the enemy.

"Brother Zhou, we are outnumbered. Let's charge over and take down their leader first."

Seeing Zhou Hao easily dispatch his opponent, Iron Ox felt a secret sense of relief.

Although he had heard from Zhuzi that Zhou Hao's strength surpassed that of a Wild Ox, battlefield combat isn't just about raw power; it requires martial skill, courage, and more. Otherwise, if one's legs turned to jelly at the sight of the enemy, they would only be waiting to be slaughtered.

Iron Ox had been sweating for Zhou Hao just moments before.

"Right," Zhou Hao replied loudly, "Capture the bandits by capturing their king first!"

"Exactly, that 'capture the king' thing!" Iron Ox laughed, his hands never stopping as he hacked down another man with his axes before charging straight toward the young man watching from afar.

...Zhou Hao felt very strange at this moment.

He had expected to feel uneasy about killing for the first time, but when his Iron Mace crushed an enemy's skull, he found himself feeling somewhat exhilarated.

Martial arts have been techniques for killing since ancient times; even during routine practice, one must imagine an enemy fighting back.

Back in modern society, bound by laws, morality, and various shackles, the natural bloodlust of humanity had been locked away.

But now that Zhou Hao had arrived in this primitive Wilderness World, enemies came to his doorstep to slaughter and plunder for no reason at all.

In times like these, laws and morality are useless; only having big fists and true strength matters!

Strength is heaven; it allows one to dominate their own life and the lives of others!

"I don't want to die, and I certainly don't want my life dominated by others, so you all must die instead!"

Zhou Hao's eyes narrowed. His figure flickered as he wove through the Black Armor Guards, his Iron Mace sweeping left and right, specifically targeting the legs of their Black Sly Beasts.

To kill the rider, first kill the mount! He shattered the legs of the Black Sly Beasts, and as the Black Armor Guards lost their balance, a dark shadow would immediately sweep past.

In moments, four or five men had died by Zhou Hao's hand.

It just so happened that one Black Armor Guard was also wielding an Iron Mace; after Zhou Hao killed him, he seized the man's weapon with his left hand.

With a mace in each hand, Zhou Hao was like a tiger that had grown wings, especially since he secretly channeled his divine sense into the weapons. This made the force of his strikes terrifyingly powerful—a mere graze meant death, and a single touch meant destruction...

"Trash, absolute trash!"

In the distance, Motai Jie watched Zhou Hao and Iron Ox charge through the ranks, seeing that the thirty-plus Black Armor Guards in the center were on the verge of being cut through by the pair.

Meanwhile, at the Iron Ox camp, the sixty-plus Black Armor Guards hadn't gained any advantage against the two spear formations and several archers.

His side had already lost over a dozen men, while the Iron Ox Tribe had only suffered a few serious injuries.

"You're all so fierce when it comes to eating meat and bedding women, yet now you can't even handle the lowly commoners of a small tribe," Motai Jie roared.

"Black Wind, go! Don't worry about those pieces of trash; kill whoever you want, eat whoever you want—it's all up to you."

"You said it yourself." The Black Leopard, which had been dozing on the ground, suddenly perked up.

It was the spirit beast of Motai Xiao, a Great Demon. Its master had been busy preparing for a major event and hadn't brought it out in a long time.

Following Motai Jie this time was partly for protection—after all, he was the eldest of Motai Xiao's remaining sons and would likely be the next leader of the Black Hand Tribe—but the other reason was simply to feast on humans!

BOOM~~~~

A surge of black demonic energy erupted from the Black Leopard. Its body, which had appeared no different from an ordinary leopard, suddenly expanded like an inflated balloon, transforming in the blink of an eye into a giant beast over ten zhang tall.

It was a massive Black Leopard with swirling, cyclone-like patterns on its fur, its body length exceeding twenty zhang...

Even the Wild Ox, which was already quite large, looked like it was barely thicker than one of this mountain-like leopard's paws.

The air expelled from the leopard's nostrils sent sand and stones flying across the ground below.

"Only a hundred or so people." The Black Leopard's yellow-glowing eyes scanned the surroundings. "Finish them off first. There are women and children in the camp. Hmm... leave that Xiangcao for Motai Jie, that will be enough."

To a Great Demon, there was no distinction between men and women among ordinary humans; they were all just delicious food.

WHOOSH~~~~

A whirlwind suddenly whipped up out of thin air across the plains.

Countless rocks and clumps of dirt spun along with the wind, forming a massive tornado in the blink of an eye.

"Go."

The Black Leopard waved a claw, and the giant tornado surged toward the warriors locked in combat.

"Heavens, what is that!"

In front of the temporary camp, a young warrior stared blankly at the giant Black Leopard that had appeared in the distance like a small mountain.

"It's a Great Demon!" Blind Man's eyes bulged, and his hands, which hadn't trembled even when facing a hundred Black Armor Guards, could barely hold his familiar Ironwood Bow.

"Gods, it's a Great Demon."

The spear formations led by Zhamu and Qingshi were also in chaos.

Several young warriors who had never seen a Great Demon before turned to run, allowing the Black Armor Guards to seize the opportunity and cut them down.

"Don't panic! If we lose the spear formation, we'll die even faster." Zhamu thrust his long spear, plugging the gap that had opened up.

"Hahaha." A bald Black Armor Guard warrior laughed, "This is our Patriarch's innate Great Demon spirit beast. You lowlifes of the Iron Ox Tribe, your death has arrived."

Whoosh!

A long spear pierced directly through the bald warrior's neck.

"With these Black Armor Guards dragging us down, none of us can escape, and the women and children back home won't survive either!" Zhamu shouted to the surrounding warriors with bloodshot eyes, "Fight! Kill these bastards first; even if we die, we'll take one down with us!"

Because they were outnumbered, they had maintained a defensive formation, and with the support of archers like Blind Man and Xiangcao, only a few had been heavily wounded despite the prolonged fighting.

But now, they had no choice but to fight to the death!

"Kill!" Qingshi and the other warriors all had bloodshot eyes as well.

"Brother and Zhou Hao are still in the front." Xiangcao was frantic; she leaped and sprinted toward the location where Iron Ox and Zhou Hao were.

They were in the rear, so they had immediately spotted the ten-zhang-tall Great Demon Black Leopard the moment it appeared.

However, Iron Ox and Zhou Hao were at the front, surrounded by Black Armor Guards, and had not yet noticed the terrifying Great Demon on the battlefield.

The Black Armor Guards all knew Xiangcao was the woman the Young Master wanted, and since she was heading in the direction of the Black Leopard, no one stopped her, letting her rush past.

"Zhou Hao, Brother, watch out for the Great Demon!" After sprinting hundreds of meters, Xiangcao screamed at the top of her lungs.

At that moment, the massive tornado was already sweeping toward Iron Ox's position, carrying countless rocks and debris.

The rocks and debris spinning at high speeds within the tornado easily sliced and tore apart the bodies of everyone in its path, spraying blood across the ground.

"No—"

Xiangcao fell into despair.

Iron Ox was currently right at the edge of the tornado.