Tribal soldiers enter the forest, encircling and slaughtering the Wood Race!
Beneath the curtain of night, great stars scattered their light. Amid the boundless mountains, the great hall flickering with beast-fire trembled, and hearty laughter rang throughout the mountain range, drawing the gazes of the Qingyang Tribe soldiers patrolling in the darkness toward the tribal hall.
Only after a long while did Qingyang Jue finally calm down, while the wrinkles on the first elder's face likewise bunched together.
Heaven blessed Qingyang!
This was what the old man thought!
Not only had they gained a more profound cultivation formula, but it had also brought hope of future strength and prosperity to Qingyang!
In the Great Wilderness, the strong were the foundation upon which a tribe survived and multiplied.
"If those lurking Wood Race really came for a treasure of plant essence, First Elder, I'll definitely seize it for you. Everything on Qingyang's land should belong to us Qingyang!"
Qingyang Huan came to the first elder's side and spoke to him with a grin. Back when he underwent martial Foundation Establishment, the first elder had taught him personally, guiding him hand over hand.
"Right, everything on this land of Qingyang belongs to us Qingyang. You little brat, you're just like your father back then-a jackal through and through, never loosening your jaws once you've set your sights on something!" The first elder laughed too, patting him with his large hand.
"That's how it should be. In the Great Wilderness, there are only deer that die miserable deaths, never jackals that starve to death. How can you survive without being ruthless!"
"How could a son of mine, Qingyang Jue, not take after me!" At the first elder's words, Qingyang Jue laughed again.
"The Wood Race is a race born from the essence of plants. Ancient lore says all precious medicinal plants in the world come from the Divine Wood Race. If something made the Wood Race mobilize so many people to lurk near our Qingyang, perhaps plant essence has formed there." After laughing, Qingyang Jue's gaze blazed like a torch, and killing intent flashed in his eyes.
"In that case, good things naturally ought to belong to our Qingyang Clan. It wouldn't be convenient to mobilize the Qingyang Guard. Qingyang Luan, tomorrow you'll take some men with Huan'er to wipe out the Wood Race and bring back the treasure. Only by gathering good things into our own arms early can we rest easy!"
In the ancient primeval forest, thick layers of fallen leaves gave off a rotten stench. Beneath the towering trees, sunlight had not reached the ground for years, and low beast roars occasionally sounded through the dim woods.
Yet now, wild blood Qi pierced the ancient forest. A thousand-strong war host advanced swiftly through the woods, its violent blood Qi turning into beacon-smoke columns of Sha Qi that shot straight into the heavens.
Brawny men rode Scale-Horned Horses through the ancient forest, their upper bodies bare and bone spears as thick as arms strapped to their backs, astonishing Sha Qi surging around them.
But the men carrying spears made up only a third of the entire war host. Another three hundred carried enormous ox-horn bows, their arrows glinting with sharp edges.
In the middle of the procession, Qingyang Huan held his stone spear and rode beside Qingyang Luan toward the swamp where the Wood Race was located.
Over a thousand tribal soldiers rode Scale-Horned Horses, stirring rolling columns of dust through the ancient forest as they plunged into its depths like an earthen dragon. Wherever the tribal soldiers passed, the air stagnated and fierce beasts lay low, not daring to move in the slightest, sensing mortal danger within that violent presence.
After the tribal soldiers had traveled for half a day, the blazing sun hung overhead. Blood Qi surged around the brawny men, and the killing intent in their hearts began building to its peak.
Fifty li from the swamp deep in the ancient forest, the thousand-strong war host advanced with its presence concealed. Fierce beasts that failed to flee in time were reduced directly to blood and bones.
They covered forty li in an instant, and the swamp's rotten stench already permeated the ancient forest. Ten li away, the Qingyang Tribe soldiers no longer concealed themselves. The Sha Qi gathered by the thousand-strong war host was enough to send the forest's birds and beasts scattering in alarm and make the ancient trees rustle.
Besides, they were facing the Wood Race. Hiding in an ancient forest would not be easy!
"Kill!"
Qingyang Luan roared. Bone spears tore straight through the forest amid thunderous crashes, shattering all the ancient trees before the swamp. Boundless Sha Qi became a raging tide that swept straight over the entire swamp!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
The men who had carried the great bows formed ranks at the rear, drew their enormous ox-horn bows, and launched indiscriminate volleys into the swamp ahead. These were no ordinary arrows: they had been soaked in beast oil the night before, and once lit, their flames would not go out even underwater!
Against the Wood Race, fire was naturally the weapon of choice!
The rain of arrows hummed as it pierced the air and plunged into the swamp. Some plants grew in the swamp as well, and roaring flames swept past, setting fires across its surface.
"Enemy attack!"
"The Human Race discovered this place!"
Alarmed roars instantly came from the depths of the swamp. A blurry figure emerged from the muck-a Wood Race elder, his eyes filled with shock!
Immediately afterward, mud surged throughout the swamp, and Wood Race figures emerged from it!
"They're people of the Human Race from the Qingyang Tribe!"
"Fight our way out!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Seeing the Wood Race appear amid the rolling flames, dodging the burning beast-fire, the Qingyang Tribe men howled. Killing intent flashed in their eyes as they grabbed bone spears as thick as arms and weighing a full hundred jin, hurling them at the emerging Wood Race.
This was an even more violent onslaught of killing intent than the earlier arrows. Arm-thick bone spears sliced through the sky toward the Wood Race.
Pfft, pfft, pfft!
Before the Wood Race who had just emerged from the swamp could react, bone spears pierced straight through their bodies, spraying blood and bone. Some even had their heads blown apart, blood and ** splattering through the air.
"Quick, head to either side!"
The elderly Wood Race who had appeared first roared. In mere moments, Wood Race blood had stained this stretch of swamp red, and nearly a hundred Wood Race warriors had fallen with their bodies pierced through.
Although fire was said to be the Wood Race's bane, in truth, after entering Body Casting, they could already evade ordinary flames so long as they were not special ones. Once they entered the Divine Treasure Realm, they no longer feared flames at all, but the fire still hindered their movements.
Unfortunately, among these nearly four hundred Wood Race, fewer than ten were in the Divine Treasure Realm, while the Qingyang Clan had come prepared!
Wooo! Wooo! Wooo!
A piercing horn sounded. After hurling the last bone spears in their hands, the brawny men gripped their weapons and charged toward the surviving Wood Race!
"Kill!"
At the very front, Qingyang Luan gripped his great white-bone spear and leaped into the air, attacking an approaching Divine Treasure Realm Wood Race. Right behind him, more than twenty Divine Treasure Realm experts of the Qingyang Tribe charged out together!
Kill! Kill! Kill!
In an instant, boundless slaughter rippled through the entire ancient forest. Blood Qi blotted out the sky and swept in every direction. Behind them, among the men including Qingyang Huan, violent Sha Qi surged from the thousand-strong force, and an invisible shock wave struck across the swamp.
The earth trembled as over a thousand Qingyang Tribe soldiers brandished their weapons and charged into the swamp. Violent blood Qi surged, streaks of blood-red light sliced through the air, and dense blood-red light shimmered around everyone.
The thousand men charging into the swamp naturally had their assigned roles. Some tribal soldiers moved around both sides of the swamp to prevent the Wood Race from escaping.
Kill!
Qingyang Huan charged at the very front of the tribal soldiers, his stone spear flashing with murderous light as he lunged toward a Wood Race warrior.
"Follow the young chief and slay the enemy!"
Seeing Qingyang Huan charging ahead, a man behind him shouted. Immediately afterward, where their killing blows were directed, the Wood Race warrior he had originally chosen was sliced into bloody foam by several streaks of blood-red light.
This made Qingyang Huan roll his eyes a little. These men were protecting him.
The thousand-strong war host charged into the swamp and completely surrounded the surviving Wood Race. Blood Qi shimmered and surged like a vast ocean tide, directly blasting Wood Race warriors apart.
Boom!
In another direction, violent waves battered heaven and earth. Even the charge of over a thousand tribal soldiers could not conceal it. These were Divine Treasure Realm experts clashing.
The Qingyang Tribe's Divine Repository Realm experts directly surrounded the Wood Race's Divine Repository Realm experts. At this moment, all the blood Qi shimmering above the swamp was blasted apart, and the pressure belonging to Divine Repository experts tore straight through the air.
At that moment, the stone spear in Qingyang Huan's hand thundered as he thrust it toward a Wood Race figure. Under the Qingyang Tribe's earlier spear volleys, a large portion of the Wood Race, though not blasted apart outright, had sustained considerable injuries, so he could just barely participate in slaughter like this.
Boom!
The stone spear crashed down, knocking the saber from the Wood Race warrior's hands. Blood-red light flashed as the stone spear swept down, slicing open the Wood Race warrior's belly starting from his shoulder, spilling his innards.
"Bastards!"
In just a single clash, the Wood Race had been utterly scattered. Blood-red light flashed all over the earlier Wood Race elder, and a ribbon of light struck down from his hand. With a series of wet punctures, five or six Qingyang Tribe soldiers had their internal organs pierced through and fell into pools of blood, convulsing and rolling.
Immediately afterward, the elder charged out regardless of his injuries. Though covered in blood, he was incomparably savage as he rushed toward a young Wood Race surrounded by more than a dozen Qingyang Tribe soldiers.
Pfft, pfft, pfft!
Unable to dodge in time, several more tribal soldiers were struck by him and fell amid the blood. Then, with a few leaps, he grabbed the young Wood Race.
"Bastard!"
Seeing more tribal soldiers fall into pools of blood, Qingyang Luan roared. The white-bone spear in his hand flashed with dense blood-red light and unleashed the sound of a surging ocean, breaking through the shimmering blood-red light as it shot toward the Wood Race elder.
Violent blood Qi pierced a thousand zhang, tearing through the bloody mist and making the Wood Race elder feel as though a sharp edge pressed against his back.