Chapter 766: Battle Blood Boils
Even though the ancient sacred weapon was damaged and not forged from legendary divine materials, its divine power was still unimaginable. Mountain ranges collapsed, and the entire great wilderness trembled.
In the distance, all birds and beasts cowered in fear, prostrating themselves on the ground, facing this direction, then kicked away like a dead dog to the distance.
Before long, Ye Fan obtained much valuable information from these few men. In the end, he carried them into the barbarian tribe and handed them over for continued interrogation.
The tribe hated them to the bone, so naturally there was no gentle treatment. They nearly skinned Wang Cheng Tian alive, beating him viciously with a large club until he was almost smashed to pieces in no time.
Before leaving, Ye Fan erased all traces of the battlefield. He did not want to leave behind the aura of the ancient sacred weapon, as it was not yet time to reveal it.
Soon, those who had set up the teleportation platforms arrived from Phoenix City, but they were all disappointed. The battle had long since ended, and they saw nothing.
"Woo... woo..." The war horn sounded long and deep. The barbarian tribe was mustering troops, preparing to march into the Northern Plains. Twice now, people had come to massacre their villages—an unbearable humiliation.
All experts were summoned, whether they lived in the mountain ranges, cultivated in secluded places, or were in closed-door meditation. Everyone had to appear.
This ancient ox horn represented war. It was never blown except in critical moments. Once it sounded, a world-shaking battle was inevitable. The entire tribe would fight to the death, blood soaking the land.
Ye Fan felt that it was time to attack the Northern Plains. Many major powers had their eyes fixed on the Southern Ridge, laying out their strategies. Now was the perfect time for them to break away and achieve victory by invading the Northern Plains!
"Woo... woo..." The ancient ox horn sounded long, shaking countless mountains and valleys, echoing across the barbaric ancient land.
"Roar..."
A great roar shook ten thousand mountains. A massive azure dragon soared through the sky, casting a vast shadow, terrifying and boundless. Its aura made all living creatures tremble.
It had a pair of enormous scaled wings, each capable of covering an entire mountain. One could imagine how fearsome this sky-dominating overlord was.
This was a dragon descendant raised by the previous old clan leader himself, with the blood of an azure dragon flowing within it. Seated atop it were nine elderly men, advanced in years but wild and untamed, wearing beast-hide garments and carrying wolf-fang great clubs on their backs—all with the same fierce appearance.
"These people..." Ye Fan was astonished. These old men were all extremely terrifying, each around three thousand years old—living fossils of the tribe.
"Roar..."
On another side, a massive white tiger roared, charging from the depths of the mountain range. Every step it took crushed a mountain cliff, displaying incomparably destructive power.
This was another fearsome guardian deity of the barbarian tribe, already over three thousand five hundred years old, as tall as a mountain, with demonic aura surging to the heavens.
On its back sat over thirty terrifying old men, all over two thousand years old, their hair like tangled weeds. Though their bodies were withered with age, they were full of vitality, carrying great axes and huge clubs on their backs—each one ferocious enough to frighten anyone.
"Roar..."
The roars continued. One after another, savage beasts charged forward, each carrying an expert on its back. These were barbarian warriors of slightly lesser seniority, not qualified to ride on the two guardian deities.
They were bare-chested, with bronze-like sinews and iron-like bones, muscles coiling like flood dragons. Some rode divine lions, others sat on qilin-lions, each one like a barbaric war god from ancient times.
"So many experts! Damn it, even at the peak of my Path of Human Desire, we weren't this powerful!" Li Tian shrank his neck, a chill running down his spine.
The ancient barbarian tribe was too mysterious and powerful. No wonder they dared to claim that even if an immortal divine dynasty bullied them, they would fight back and overturn it completely.
"These fierce men riding savage beasts—some are great powers! So many of them, this strong!" Yan Yixi felt like he could barely breathe.
A series of great shouts came from all over the mountains and plains. Figures filled the landscape, all soaring into the air—old and young alike, each one wild and fierce, wielding terrifying ancient weapons. This group had no mounts, but their magical power was still frightening. The key point was that they covered the mountains and fields—an overwhelming number of troops.
"Report..."
From the distant sky, someone rode a fierce bird, flying like a bolt of lightning deep into the wild mountains, loudly reporting: "The forces the Wang Clan left in the Southern Ridge have entered the wild mountains, searching for our people. They declare that no matter where the villagers of Dongfang Ye's settlement flee, they will hunt them down and massacre them clean."
A barbarian elder stood up on a mountain cliff, his tangled hair flying wildly as he roared: "The Wang Clan of the Northern Plains has gone too far! This is the third time they've massacred our people! What do you say we do?"
"Kill! March into the Northern Plains! Break through their clan with our strongest battle power!"
"Counterattack! Destroy the Wang Clan of the Northern Plains! Let the fury of the barbaric war gods burn across the Northern Plains!"
"They want to massacre our people—we'll shatter their clan! Let this so-called ancient aristocratic family be erased from the world forever!"
Men and women, old and young, all roared with battle intent soaring to the heavens!
Figures covered the mountains and fields. People shouted, beasts roared. The crowd was fervent, all wanting to charge into the Northern Plains.
"Good! Today, with all our tribe's experts gathered, we march into the Northern Plains! Kill them until they're thrown into chaos! F*ck them!" The old clan leader on the mountain cliff roared, and countless people below responded.
"F*ck them! Attack the Northern Plains! Beat their eggs out!"
"They bully our tribe! They massacre our homes! Unbearable! Level them!"
"F*ck them!"
The barbarian army unfurled their banners, killing intent soaring to the heavens. Their battle spirit was high. Everyone brandished wolf-fang great clubs, their blood boiling, eager to charge over and fight immediately.