Lying in wait

The only sounds on the entire battlefield were the continuous, deafening roar of hand-to-hand combat.

Dozens of Green Demon kept charging and entangled, pressing down densely, but they could never suppress a single enemy.

The Goblin Warrior in front of us is wielding a spear.

It is Silver Tier.

The difference in rank is absolute.

The highest level of all the Green Demon on the field was only Bronze Tier, with most being Black Iron Tier, a clear disparity in rank. Even with their numbers multiplied by dozens of times, the Puppet army remained at a disadvantage throughout the entire battle.

The Goblin moved swiftly, without any unnecessary preparation.

The spear thrusts and sweeps, each strike capable of severely injuring or even killing a Green Demon. Its piercing power is extremely strong; the Green Demon's hide and muscles cannot withstand it at all. In the blink of an eye, it will be pierced through the torso and sent flying.

Green Demon has no sense of pain or fear; he simply executes commands to entangle and kill mindlessly.

As the front row falls, the back row immediately takes their place, using their bodies to cling tightly to the opponent's limbs and torso, blocking their movement and forcibly creating opportunities for close-quarters combat. Only this kind of reckless stacking can barely manage to whittle down a few wounds on Silver Tier opponent.

The injuries were extremely severe.

It took more than a dozen Green Demon a desperate close-range attack, a barrage of claws, bites, and rams, to leave a few shallow wounds on the Goblin's flesh, unable to break through its core defenses. The Goblin's stamina only slightly declined, its movements remained swift, and its oppressive force never ceased from beginning to end.

Throughout the entire stalemate, the Goblin never remained still for a moment.

While rapidly wielding its spear in counterattacks, sweeping and stabbing the ever-approaching Green Demon, it also forced out rough, violent alien roars from its throat, each sound jarring and echoing across the wasteland.

The language system of the alien races in this Plane is unique, and ordinary humans cannot understand its meaning at all, but Lu Heng can hear it clearly.

These intermittent roars were all expressions of extreme rage and contempt.

"Inferior fodder! Daring to gather in a hunt!"

Scatter! Hunt peacefully, or I'll spare your lives!

"You lowly creature, how dare you rebel and cause chaos!"

"Disorderly crowding is breaking the rules!"

It considered itself a high-ranking predator in this area, born to be superior to low-ranking minions like the Green Demon. In its mind, the Green Demon was only fit to roam freely, humbly foraging for food, and obediently accepting the suppression of higher-ranking alien races; it had absolutely no right to band together and attack it.

Watching wave after wave of Green Demon charge forward fearlessly, without flinching or heeding any threats, the Goblin ' rage grew ever stronger.

The spear was swung faster and faster, the force of the blows becoming increasingly ferocious. Each thrust was filled with the rage of revenge, piercing and tearing the Green Demon to shreds as he approached.

No matter how many it killed or how long it roared, the low-level alien races before it continued to pour in.

Puppet without independent consciousness cannot understand intimidation or feel fear; it can only mechanically execute commands to entangle and kill, holding back all its movements and giving it no room to breathe or adjust.

The relentless fighting and relentless encirclement had completely frustrated this Silver Tier warrior.

Its initial overwhelming advantage was forced into a protracted war of attrition by the sheer number of low-level physical beings. The numerous small wounds on its body accumulated, and the fatigue from the continuous high-intensity battles began to slowly erode its stamina. Its once precise and swift counterattacks occasionally became slightly hesitant.

The battlefield remained deadlocked, with neither side suffering a complete defeat, no corpses lying dormant, and naturally, no treasure chests spawning.

Taking advantage of the cover of this fierce battle, Lu Heng quietly broke away from the army.

All the Green Demon continued their mindless, deadly fight, and the battlefield situation remained unchanged; to outsiders, nothing seemed amiss.

Lu Heng moved low to the ground, using the bodies constantly being thrown around in the chaos of battle as cover, and silently retreated to a low-lying ditch at the edge of the battlefield.

He lay down on the ground.

Completely relax all muscles, slow down your breathing, and completely suppress all outward breath.

They looked like ordinary victims caught in the aftermath of the battle, lying on the ground unable to get up.

The camouflage was completely unadorned, the simplest and least noticeable. In the chaos of battle, no one would scrutinize a motionless body lying on the ground; everyone's attention was firmly drawn to the fierce battle between the alien races in the center of the battlefield.

The moment he regained his footing, Lu Heng activated the Blood Taisui within his body.

The upgraded parasitic bacteria can penetrate the skin and seep directly into the soil beneath.

The Mycelium doesn't travel along the ground; instead, it spreads silently along the cracks in the soil and deep within the roots of grass, avoiding the main battlefield and precisely spreading towards the locations of several Tibetans hundreds of meters away.

The entire process was completely smooth, without any unusual phenomena or noise.

A massive, invisible network of microorganisms quietly took shape beneath the enemy's feet, completely covering every nook and cranny of those hidden reed beds, leaving no gaps whatsoever.

After completing his plan, Lu Heng remained prone and observed the situation from both sides.

Half of his attention was focused on the direct confrontation.

He no longer intervened in the battle, neither speeding up the pace, nor controlling damage, nor fine-tuning the Puppet's rhythm, letting the Bronze, Black Iron Green Demon sacrifice their lives to exchange for the opponent's stamina and endurance.

The disadvantage has always existed and has never been reversed.

With its basic attributes set at the Silver Tier, even a large number of low-level Puppet could only be used to accumulate and wear down the enemy, without being able to counterattack. The Goblin still firmly controlled the initiative on the battlefield, but were trapped by the endless mobs and unable to break free.

Its furious roars and curses never ceased, mingling with the deafening sounds of flesh colliding, repeatedly venting its rage and bewilderment. It could not comprehend why the Green Demon, usually cowardly, humble, and mutually murderous, had become so unified, stubborn, and fearless today.

The other half of his mind was fixed on the figures in the reeds behind him.

But greed ultimately prevailed over reason and fear.

Instead of completely withdrawing, this group took advantage of their hiding place and carefully stayed behind the battlefield, following and observing the entire situation.

They hid deep in the grass, keeping their bodies low and holding their breath, not daring to approach even a fraction of a second.

His eyes were fixed on the battlefield ahead, his attention entirely focused on the battle situation and attrition.

Watching the Goblin roar and struggle, their stamina visibly waning, and seeing the Green Demon fall in droves, their numbers dwindling, both sides were locked in a fierce battle of attrition.

They were certain that this inter-racial brawl would soon come to an end, leaving only a mutually destructive mess.

This group of people didn't exert any effort or take any risks from beginning to end.

They were only waiting for the alien races to be completely wiped out and the danger to disappear before rushing into the arena to reap all the benefits after the battle.

In chaotic times, it is only natural for people to seek survival and avoid danger, but the opportunistic approach of waiting for others to fight to the death while you reap the benefits is despicable and selfish.

Lu Heng lay prone in the mud, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

He remained calm and patient, quietly lying in wait.

The underground Mycelium has completely covered all of the enemy's hiding places, and the conditions for closing in are fully ripe.

All he can do now is wait.

As the war of attrition on the main battlefield slowly comes to an end, and as these survivors, blinded by greed, can't help but step out of the bushes and into the deadly trap he has already laid, they will eventually find themselves trapped.

The fierce battle ahead continued unabated, with the Silver Tier Goblin exerting overwhelming pressure throughout the arena, their angry shouts echoing intermittently.

The scoundrels lurking in the shadows are still dreaming of getting something for nothing with zero risk.

The entire wilderness is a place where noise and silence coexist.

Only Lu Heng, who was lying in wait, knew that this seemingly chaotic battle between alien races was under his control from beginning to end.

So-called "bargain hunting opportunities" are never true chances, but rather deadly traps specifically designed to lure speculators.