The shocking battle has come to an end.
The smoke and chaotic regular airflow slowly settled, and the messy battlefield finally returned to calm.
Shiheng raised his hand and waved, and the vast Divine Soul spread out, sweeping across the entire fighting place.
Demon Race The storage ring left by the strong man, Earth Element Highgod Divine Core, damaged Demon Soldier and other trophies were all collected by him through the air, leaving nothing behind.
After collecting all the supplies, he crossed his legs in the air, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath for a moment.
The bloody battle just now was an extreme fight. Not only did he kill a Seven-Star Fiend, but the Four Laws in his body was refined and sublimated. The Divine Soul foundation was thickened in the life-and-death fight.
The Fused Divine Power circulating around him slowly calmed down, all the losses caused by the fierce battle were made up, and the foundation was solid without a trace of emptiness.
After a while, Shiheng opened his eyes, and his consciousness spread out again, including hundreds of thousands of miles of wilderness.
Repeated inspections of underground fissures, dead corners of dense forests, and broken demon corpses confirmed that there were no more Demon Race remnants lurking, and there were no hidden traps or back-up tactics.
It is not advisable to stay here for a long time.
He moved, disappeared into the void, and hurriedly followed the direction previously agreed with Yuan Xiao and Yuan Su.
Not long after, a metal shuttle appeared at low altitude in the distance, traveling as slowly as a turtle crawling.
Shiheng swept his consciousness and instantly saw everyone in the cabin, it was Yuan Xiao and his party.
He was secretly glad in his heart that the battle just now was so fierce that the terror and coercion swept across thousands of miles. The bandits wandering around and looting were all frightened, and they all huddled in their lairs and did not dare to go out.
Otherwise, with the shuttle's slow speed, any group of bandits could break through the defenses, and everyone in the cabin would die.
After carefully exploring the interior of the shuttle, Shiheng was completely relieved.
Yuan Xiao and Yuan Su breathed smoothly and were unscathed.
All the Human Race monks from Material Plane were also safe, and no one among them was injured.
The meeting went smoothly, Shiheng didn't have any unnecessary chat.
With a thought, Four Edicts Divine Clone hidden in Divine Soul appeared from the void, suddenly becoming one.
The perfect and full-bodied Four-Element Fusion Divine Power has no reservations, pouring all the metal shuttle under your body!
Buzz--
The sound of heavy metal trembling echoed in all directions.
Under the superposition of the ultimate Divine Power and multiple rules, the speed of the shuttle suddenly increased several times.
Ancient Wilderness Frontier has a vast territory, and Demonic Mist is full of dangerous areas.
For an ordinary monk to cross this wasteland, it would take at least ten days of trekking, and he would have to make constant detours to avoid Different Races and bandits.
But under the full force of Shiheng, the long journey was compressed to the extreme. It only took three days to reach the destination - Withered Wood Human Race Tribe.
The next moment, the metal shuttle turned into a stream of light that pierced Demonic Mist, speeding towards the depths of the wasteland.
Along the way, the biting wind, the soul-eating demonic energy, the dangerous areas blocking the way forward, and the ancient Jedi hidden with murderous intentions were all left behind by the shuttle at extremely high speed, and they were all ignored.
Three days passed by in a blink of an eye.
Hell Ancient Wilderness Frontier, Withered Wood Human Race Tribe stands alone in a barren and cracked mountain land.
This is one of the few places Human Race has left to stay in Hell. The terrain is blocked and crude, and the heaven and earth Spiritual Energy are thin and exhausted, which is simply not enough to support the monks' normal practice.
The tribe is surrounded by layers of Different Races Demon Territory, with enemies on all sides and no safe buffer zone.
For millions of years, tribes have been oppressed by Different Races, plundered by Demon Race, and attacked and killed by demonic bandits for generations. Their living situation is miserable and humble, like a candle in the wind that may be extinguished at any time.
On this day, a sharp and ear-piercing roar suddenly exploded in the sky above the silence and depression of the tribe!
Buzz--
A ray of metal light and shadow tore through the thick Demonic Mist in the distance, rushing straight into the tribal airspace with great speed and spreading pressure!
In the Hell frontier, there have always been only three types of people who dare to soar through the air at full speed without covering up: the powerful Different Races overlords, the large-scale Demon City forces that separate one party, or the extremely vicious wasteland robbers.
In an instant, the entire Withered Wood Tribe instantly became tense, and the dead-silent atmosphere instantly solidified to the extreme.
"A strong man is coming from the sky!"
"It's Different Races coming! Everyone is running Divine Power, prepare to defend against the enemy!"
The remaining Human Race monks in the tribe suddenly felt their hearts tightening. Everyone looked terrified and clenched their weapons tightly.
On top of the ancient altar in the center of the tribe, a figure stepped out.
This man is wearing a broken armor full of cracks and stained with countless black blood, and his whole body is Divine Power heavy and heavy. He is the current leader of the Withered Wood Tribe clan, a Human Race Peak Midgod.
His eyes were as solemn as iron, locked firmly on the speeding metal shuttle, and his whole body Divine Power was running at its peak, ready to fight to the death to protect the three thousand remnants of the clan.
Being in Hell Human Race, he has already seen through the cruelty of this world.
Any strange and powerful person who appears out of thin air will most likely be accompanied by slaughter and plunder. If you are not careful, it will be the end of the entire tribe.
For millions of years, he lived in fear and precarious suffering every day.
Thinking back to the ancient times, Withered Wood Tribe was also prosperous, with tens of thousands of people and a prosperous society.
But Hell has thousands of races competing against each other, and Human Race has a weak bloodline, so it is the target of all Demon Race and Different Races to bully and hunt together.
Endless fighting and plundering, generations of tribesmen dying in battle, millions of years of oppression, tens of thousands of ethnic groups in the past withered away.
Now, in such a large tribe, only three thousand old and weak monks are left struggling to survive.
Every time a powerful foreigner comes, it is equivalent to a butcher's knife hanging above his head.
In the stone house, the old, weak, women, children, and monks with low cultivation were all huddled in the corner, trembling all over, their faces were pale and bloodless, and their eyes were filled with fear and despair that penetrated their bones.
They have long been numb and accepted the tragic fate of Human Race being at the mercy of others in Hell. They can only wait quietly for the unknown outcome.
In an instant, the metal shuttle arrived over the tribe, slowed down slowly, and hovered steadily in mid-air.
The hatch opens inwards.
The three figures were the first to step out and stand in the void. They were Shiheng, Yuan Xiao and Yuan Su. Their cultivation levels were all at the Lowgod level.
Immediately behind the two of them, more than a hundred Human Race monks whose cultivation level was at Saint walked out one after another. Their breath was weak and their combat power was low.
Withered Wood Clan Leader concentrated carefully to distinguish the blood aura of the person who came, and the moment he saw everyone's cultivation clearly, his body that was extremely tight suddenly relaxed, and the boulder that had been pressing in his heart for a long time suddenly fell to the ground.
There are no gods and demons, no Different Races, no fierce Demon Race strong men.
There are only three Lowgod, plus more than a hundred Saint weak monks, all of whom are pure Human Race blood.
A false alarm.
The suffocating crisis pressure suddenly dissipated. The patriarch's back was already soaked with cold sweat, and the lining of his armor was completely soaked.
But after a brief moment of relaxation, intense fright and fear suddenly swept through my heart.
He looked in disbelief at the group of compatriots who had come from afar in mid-air, and his heart was filled with waves.
How dare three Lowgod, with a group of Saint low-level monks, dare to fly at full speed on the Hell border where bandits are rampant and gods and demons are everywhere?
This is simply unbelievable!
Hell bandits can be seen everywhere in the wilderness, high-level Demon Race and Different Races strong men are rampant, and murderous intent is hidden in every inch of land.
Such a weak team has no Highgod to protect the road, and no legion to accompany it to cover it.
If you bump into a group of Demon Race casual cultivators, a group of bandits, or a wandering Demon, all of them will die miserably, leaving no one alive.
They were able to arrive at the Withered Wood Tribe safely. To outsiders, it was a great luck.
If you encounter a strong enemy on the way, or are intercepted by demon bandits, it will be another tragedy in which Human Race's kindred people will be massacred.
Human Race, who also fell into the trap of Hell and was struggling to survive, looked at this group of young and weak compatriots who had traveled a long distance, and Withered Wood Clan Leader felt endless sadness and intolerance in his heart.
Human Race bloodline is already withering and rare in the Hell border. Every clan member is a precious fire. I really can't bear to see my fellow clan members die in vain.
Shiheng took a step forward, with a tall and straight posture, a calm and calm tone, and took the initiative to ask.
"We are Human Race monks who crossed over from other Plane."
"I dare to ask here, but Withered Wood Human Race Tribe?"
Withered Wood Clan Leader calmed down the complicated thoughts in his heart, nodded quickly, with gentle emotion in his eyes, and responded in a deep voice.
"Yes, this is Withered Wood Tribe."
"Thank you for your hard work for trekking through the dangerous ancient and magical wilderness."
He looked at the people in the air and his tone was gentle from the bottom of his heart.
"Now that we have arrived at the Withered Wood Tribe, we have returned to the land of our own clan, which is equivalent to arriving home."
"You can safely stay here and rest and recuperate."
After a pause in his words, the clan leader frowned slightly, and with strong fear, he gave good-hearted advice.
"It's just that I was really frightened just now."
"You only have three Lowgods, and all the people accompanying you are Saints. How dare you cross the Hell wilderness where murderous secrets are spread?"
"Aren't there any Guiding Army teams accompanying you all the way here?"
"Really, a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers!"
He looked towards the vast and desolate distance, his tone full of caution that had been accumulated through millions of years of fighting.
"Hell Killers are hiding in the border areas, Different Races bandits emerge in endlessly, and crises are everywhere."
"Even a Peak Midgod like me would not dare to fly through the wilderness with such a high profile with my tribe."
"You must not be so reckless when traveling forward. If you can hide and sneak, you must not show off your traces!"
Every word is a warning that has gone through many vicissitudes of life, hiding a heavy concern for the descendants of the same race.