His face dark, Hai Zhan immediately strode into the Eastern Nether Great Tribe's tribal city. Mu Bai and the other two followed close behind, their killing intent boiling.
Wu Tai sighed softly. "One mistaken thought brought about today's catastrophe. Had you known it would come to this, why do it in the first place..."
As the four from Haibei Tribe charged into the Eastern Nether Great Tribe, Tao Hang hurriedly flew after them. His target was none other than Du Yin, who was still howling curses. From more than a dozen zhang away, Tao Hang knitted his brows, gritted his teeth, and pointed. The Greenwood Sword immediately became a streak of green light and shot forward, severing Du Yin's head with a wet thud. The howling stopped abruptly, and the head tumbled to the ground.
"Clan Patriarch, I have avenged you too!"
While Du Yin's head was still rolling along the ground, Tao Hang reached out and seized it. Paying no further heed to anyone or anything else, he flew straight away, carrying the head back to the Taoyuan Tribe to pay tribute to the spirit of Clan Patriarch Tao Lan.
Mu Bai knew of the love and grievances between his Clan Patriarch and Clan Patriarch Tao Lan of the Taoyuan Tribe. Clan Patriarch Tao Lan had chosen to die with his Clan Patriarch for love, and that devotion would leave Mu Bai grateful to the Taoyuan Tribe for the rest of his life.
All the tribe's powerful warriors were dead. Only Du Long remained, still frantically clawing at his own flesh, long since reduced to something scarcely human. His mind was clouded, and he was being dragged along, his entire body covered in vividly colored, uncanny mushrooms that made people's scalps crawl. How could the people of the Eastern