The Legend of the Fire Barbarians!

This young girl was none other than Bai Ling. She was terrified, watching the tribe's Grandpa perform the ritual and seeing the tribespeople around her, all as pale as she was, their faces tinged with horror.

"The Blood Moon occurs every three years, always appearing only after the snow on Wu Mountain has completely melted. At that time, there are enough wild beasts to offer as sacrifice, which can avert disaster... But now, it has arrived so much earlier... This..." Bai Ling bit her lower lip, looking around, her fear deepening.

At this moment, Su Ming was inside the Fire Lava Cave, focusing all his attention on refining the powder. Sweat drenched his entire body, and his eyes were fixed intently on the Wild Cauldron stone furnace, his hands constantly adjusting the intensity of the flames as he observed the process.

Before long, a muffled boom echoed from within the Wild Cauldron. Su Ming gave a bitter smile and wiped away his sweat; he knew he had failed again.

"This Mountain Spirit Powder is much harder to refine than the Dust-Clearing Powder..." Su Ming shook his head and opened the Wild Cauldron, only to see a wisp of green smoke rise from within, carrying a pungent, spicy scent.

He sighed inwardly and was about to continue when he suddenly felt the blood and qi within his body churning, as if beyond his control. Startled, he frowned and looked around, but found nothing amiss.

"Strange..." Su Ming scratched his head, pondered for a moment, and then resumed his refining.

Meanwhile, in another direction on Wu Mountain, the Black Mountain Tribe was vastly different from the Wu Mountain and Black Dragon tribes. Although a large number of tribespeople stood within the Black Mountain Tribe, the eyes they turned toward the sky were filled not just with fear, but with a bloodthirsty excitement.

Waves of roars erupted from their throats. It was not just the Barbarian Warriors; even the ordinary tribespeople joined in. The sounds of their roaring gradually merged into one, forming a rolling wall of sound.

In the very center of the crowd stood a small hill piled high with countless red stones. Atop this hill stood a gaunt old man in black robes. His gaze was cold and sinister as he stared at the Blood Moon in the sky, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

"In the ancient past, there existed the Fire Barbarian tribe on this vast land. This tribe possessed heaven-shaking power, controlling the fires of heaven and earth. Their rage could incinerate the firmament, and their fury could reverse the heavens and the earth! Their fame was so illustrious that even those outside our Barbarian tribes feared them. They were one of the eight great tribes of the entire Barbarian race at that time!" The gaunt old man spoke in a hoarse voice, as if murmuring to himself or proclaiming to the heavens.

"But this tribe sought to seize the artifacts of heaven and suffered the punishment of the Barbarian God. Over nine days, nine hours, and nine breaths, the Barbarian God forced everyone in the Fire Barbarian tribe—save for the Barbarians themselves—to incinerate their own bodies, their souls scattering into nothingness! Yet, the Fire Barbarians were so strong that even after such an ordeal, the Barbarians within the tribe did not die. Instead, they sought to rebel against the Barbarian God and establish themselves as independent! When the Barbarian God unleashed his supreme divine ability to completely eradicate this tribe, the Fire Barbarian Duke fought the Barbarian God! This battle was heaven-shaking. Although the Fire Barbarian Duke died in battle, before he perished, he unleashed a technique that made even the Barbarian God wary, shielding all the surviving Barbarians of his tribe, granting them eternal life!" The gaunt old man's eyes glowed with a strange light. He raised his right hand, and his withered fingers were immediately wreathed in black energy, transforming into hideous ghostly shadows.

"But he was wrong. Although he shielded all the Barbarian Warriors of the Fire Barbarian tribe with eternal life, the Barbarian God used a method of ancient creation to strip these immortal Fire Barbarians of their human forms, turning them into the Wings of the Blood Moon! From then on, they were reduced to Moon Wings—creatures that never see the sun, devoid of reason, and driven only by bloodlust! Their resentment, their hatred, their fury, and their sorrow transformed into a monstrous, towering grudge. Every three years, they dye the moon red, turning it into a blood moon, which allows them to emerge once! Today, I, Bi Tu, the Barbarian Duke of the Black Mountain Tribe, shall help you all once!" The gaunt old man let out a sinister laugh. He bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood. As he did, the small hill of red stones beneath his feet exploded with a boom, and countless red stones flew into the sky.

The Black Mountain Barbarian Duke, Bi Tu, floated eerily in mid-air, his arms outstretched, his expression one of madness and excitement.

The countless red stones spun rapidly in the sky, forming a massive, circular pattern with a crescent moon inside, all of it a deep, crimson red.

"Moon Wings, awaken! Come forth from your long slumber ahead of time!!" Bi Tu spat out another mouthful of blood. His blood transformed into a blood mist that merged into the giant pattern in the sky, causing it to emit a thunderous roar before exploding completely, sending vast clouds of red mist billowing outward in all directions.

At that very moment, the entire Wu Mountain land shook violently. The tremor was distinct, as if the earth were moving and the mountains swaying, causing an instant uproar within the Wu Mountain Tribe, and the same occurred in the Black Dragon Tribe.

Su Ming, currently in the lava cave of Black Flame Peak, felt the tremor of the entire mountain peak clearly. His expression changed, and amidst the shaking, he faintly heard weak, guttural roars coming from the depths of the cave. His heart jolted. He immediately abandoned his refining, retreated a few steps, and climbed out through the exit. The moment his head emerged from the small hole, he nearly cried out in shock. He saw the Blood Moon in the sky!!

"Blood Moon!!!" Su Ming's face turned deathly pale.

At the same time, a thick, bloody stench began to emanate from Black Flame Peak. Su Ming did not dare to hesitate for a second. He understood the Blood Moon and had even secretly calculated the time of its arrival.

Yet, he never imagined that the Blood Moon would arrive early!

He immediately turned around and scrambled back into the lava cave through the small hole. He knew that if he remained outside, there would be nowhere to hide, and there was absolutely no time left. Once back inside, he frantically took out the Bone Horn and began to carve rapidly into the side wall. The roars from the depths of the cave grew clearer, and other, more indistinct sounds seemed to be mixed within them.

Su Ming's eyes were bloodshot. Fortunately, he was familiar with this place, and the Bone Horn was extremely sharp. Within moments, he had dug out a small cavity. Su Ming immediately crawled inside and blocked the entrance with the stones he had dug out, paying no mind to the intense heat within this makeshift hole.

The moment he crawled into the cavity, a wave of red mist surged from the depths of the cave, filling the entire cavern before venting out through the exit passage. Su Ming could hear the screeching sounds with terrifying clarity.

Outside, under the light of the Blood Moon, the five peaks of Wu Mountain erupted like volcanoes, roaring to the heavens as they spewed forth massive amounts of red mist.

This mist seemed to have existed within the five peaks all along. As it erupted, it instantly obscured the sky. The mist from Wu Mountain Peak poured out from cracks in the mountain, and much of it erupted from the very place where Su Ming had obtained the Black Dragon Saliva. If Su Ming were there to look closely, he would see that the areas he had been chased away from by the Black Dragons all these years—the places they dared not enter and chose to avoid—were the very spots where the mountain's mist erupted the most!

It was the same for Wu Mountain Peak and all the others, especially Black Flame Peak, where the eruption of mist was truly staggering. Amidst the swirling mist, a buzzing sound echoed, mixed with the sound of countless wings flapping, merging into a terrifying symphony of death!

One after another, red shadows burst out from the five peaks along with the mist, accompanied by sharp, piercing roars that echoed across the heavens. Those red shadows were strange beasts, each with two wings, red eyes, and a body the size of a palm, possessing six limbs and a human-like face, their expressions twisted with mad bloodlust.

They were the Moon Wings!

Dense and overwhelming, there were tens of thousands of them, shrouding the sky. With sharp, piercing screeches, they charged toward the Black Mountain Tribe, the Wu Mountain Tribe, the Black Dragon Tribe, and every place in the forest where wild beasts resided.

They possessed no reason, filled only with grievances and bloodlust. They knew only cruel slaughter and the consumption of blood. The blood of the Barbarian tribes, in particular, could drive them into a frenzy, causing them to ignore the wild beasts and head straight for the Barbarian tribes.

Within the Wu Mountain Tribe, the people were in an uproar, and screams of terror echoed. Chen Xin's face was pale as she gripped Bei Ling tightly; Bei Ling's face was equally bloodless.

Lei Chen, in the distance, was agitated. He had tried to find Su Ming the moment the chaos began, but he could not see him. Now, he was filled with worry, his heart trembling at the scenes unfolding in the sky.

The panicked ordinary tribespeople were quickly calmed by the Barbarian Warriors of the tribe. Gradually, everyone in the tribe turned their eyes toward the burning wooden platform and the figure looking up at the sky.

Grandpa's face was pale, though the firelight hid it from others. His pupils contracted as he saw the red mist in the distance and heard the faint, mad roars.

"How could this be... Not only did it arrive early, but the numbers have increased so much... In previous years, there were only a few thousand..." He gasped, and without hesitation, he shouted, "Ordinary tribespeople, hide immediately! Barbarian Warriors, obey my command! Bring out all the stored meat, cut it open, and wait for my signal!" Grandpa's body trembled slightly. He looked down at the people of his tribe and closed his eyes.

The same scene was unfolding in the Black Dragon Tribe. Bai Ling watched the tribespeople around her, listening to Grandpa's orders amidst their terror, and the fear in her eyes deepened.

She would never forget nine years ago, when she was still a child, seeing one of her playmates snatched away by countless Moon Wings just as they were leaving. Amidst the child's shrill cries, he had vanished into the mist, dragged into Wu Mountain. Only a slow, lingering death awaited him.

The Blood Moon in the sky was visible through the shroud of mist, but the red shadows whistling through the air were drawing closer. The massive swarm of Moon Wings split into three parts, heading straight for the three nearby tribes.

In the Wu Mountain Tribe, Grandpa stared fixedly at the sky. The moment the Moon Wings arrived, he waved the bone staff in his right hand. The sea of fire beneath him roared and expanded, instantly enveloping the entire tribe. Yet, this sea of fire was strange; it did not burn the grass or the wooden houses, but instead seemed illusory, wrapping around the tribe like a protective barrier.

"Throw the beast meat!!" Grandpa let out a low roar, and the tribespeople and Barbarian Warriors, trembling with fear, threw the bleeding carcasses of wild beasts into the sky with all their might.