Chapter 767: Army Enters the Northern Plains
"First, wipe out these bastards who dared to come a third time to blood-wash our clan. Use them as sacrificial flags, then march into the Northern Plains and sweep away the Wang Clan!" On the stone cliff, the old chieftain of the Barbarian Clan roared.
"Kill these butchers who destroyed our homeland! Go slaughter them!"
"Don't let a single one escape! Make sure these bastards come but never return! Smash them all!"
The crowd was seething with fury. Just as they were about to set out on an expedition, someone dared to enter the Barbarian Ancient Mountains to hunt them down, pursuing the people of the ancient village and vowing to exterminate them. This was an insult and provocation to the Barbarian Clan.
Ye Fan and Yan Yixi both sighed inwardly. These people were truly seeking death, completely unaware of how terrifying the Barbarian Clan really was. Based on the strength they had witnessed, this clan absolutely dared to topple any major power and feared no one.
"Woo…" Ancient ox horns blared like muffled thunder, causing the entire mountain range and great chasm to tremble.
"Roar…" Beast cries pierced the clouds, howling across the sky. One after another, strange beasts soared into the air, their scales gleaming and armor glinting, utterly terrifying.
"Kill… Don't let a single person escape!"
It was a horrifying scene. When these strange beasts took flight, they clustered together like patches of dark clouds, blotting out the heavens and making the entire wild mountain range quake.
The Wang Clan was an ancient aristocratic family of the Northern Plains, one of the most flourishing major powers in the world. They had deployments everywhere, and the Southern Ridge was no exception—especially now that they were plotting to move against this region.
This time, Wang Cheng Tian had brought the might of a sacred weapon to kill Ye Fan, while those deployed in the Southern Ridge had also acted in tandem, seeking to eliminate the Barbarian Clan forces there.
These people had gathered together and, after entering the mountains, indeed killed several Barbarian youths who had gone out hunting, and they vowed to blood-wash the ancient tribe.
But they never imagined that this tribe was so vast and so terrifying!
At this moment, the roar of battle shook the heavens, as if ten thousand heavenly soldiers were descending from the sky. Dark clouds churned, black mist obscured the sun, and it seemed like countless demon gods were riding strange beasts, charging in and filling the sky.
"Just how many people are there?! And how are they all so powerful? This doesn't match what we knew at all!"
"This is too terrifying! They're a group of ancient barbarian warriors. I recall some legends… Could there really be such a fearsome tribe?"
"According to tradition, the entire Southern Ridge was once ruled by a barbarian clan in ancient times, but their lineage was mysteriously cut off. Could it be them, living in seclusion here?"
When the surrounded men thought of this, their scalps tightened, and a chill ran through their bodies. They felt as if ice shards were being poured into every pore, freezing their very souls.
If this were true, not only would they all die here, but even the Wang Clan of the Northern Plains would face a great calamity.
"But those are just legends, not recorded in any history book. How could they be real?!"
Filled with terror and unwillingness, these men faced the endless barbarian warriors and began to flee. Yet, patches of blood blossomed one after another as people were continuously smashed into meat paste.
"Ah…"
"Mercy!"
"Spare us!"
It was a massacre. The Barbarian Clan were straightforward people—they would lay down their lives for friends, but they were merciless toward those who bloodied their homeland.
"Smack!"
A wolf-fang great club swung, and instantly a head was split open. The skull cap flew off, and white brain matter splattered high into the air.
"Pfft!"
A stone axe swept across, severing thousands. Several experts were cut in half at the waist. Blood gushed out wildly like a surging spring, steaming hot and reeking of iron.
It was a bloody scene, enough to make one vomit, unbearable for ordinary eyes. Without any suspense, all those who had come for the third time to blood-wash the ancient village were killed. Not a single person escaped—total annihilation.
"Woo…"
The ancient war horns sounded long and deep. The barbarian warriors returned, many of their weapons stained with blood, each one brimming with excitement.
This was the bloodline passed down from their ancestors—the more they fought, the stronger they became. Every one of them harbored a trace of ancient barbarian war god blood within, making them the most powerful warriors of the Southern Ridge.
Within the tribe was a vast open space, where an ancient array platform stood, long etched with the marks of time, left behind from the distant past.
Every massive stone that formed this teleportation array was carefully chosen. Though endless ages had passed, not a single one showed any damage.
At this moment, some barbarian elders were setting the coordinates. The ancient platform began to awaken, flickering with eerie light.
"A six-pointed star array, resonating with the stars of the heavens. This can not only traverse the world but likely even reach beyond the realm, into the starry sky," Yan Yixi said, greatly astonished.
There were tens of thousands of barbarian warriors, so many they blotted out the sky. All of them stood in perfect formation, orderly stepping onto the ancient array platform and entering a massive domain gate.
"Children, the power our ancestors bestowed upon us now has its purpose. For the safety of our people, for the dignity of our clan, today we march into the Northern Plains for a bloody battle. Show your courage! Let the edge of our blades make the entire Northern Plains tremble!"
The barbarian elders, at this moment of departure, continued to rally the troops, igniting the fighting spirit in every one of them.
In truth, after the brief skirmish just now, everyone's blood was already boiling. Now was the perfect time to march into the Northern Plains.
Outside, no one knew that deep within this endless primeval mountain range, such a fearsome tribe was in hiding, nor would they know that today, they were setting out on a distant campaign.
Even if the noise here shook the heavens, the worlds of humans and demons would not perceive it. A terrifying army, enough to make the five domains tremble, had set out!
Team after team stepped onto the ancient array platform and vanished from the barbarian tribe, moving farther and farther away. Not a single person spoke, but their blood surged and their excitement soared as they prepared for an earth-shattering battle.
This was the Barbarian Clan—born warriors, raised in the mountains and forests, accustomed to blood and death from facing all kinds of fierce birds and beasts. As they set out, not one of them showed fear.
Ye Fan had to sigh. Such a fighting spirit was hard to find in bustling cities or peaceful fields. It couldn't be cultivated there. Perhaps this was one reason the barbarian ancestors had them retreat into the wilderness.
"Is no one staying behind to guard the tribe?" Ye Fan asked. It was better to be safe than sorry. If someone managed to find this place during their absence, it would be disastrous.
"Don't worry. We have enough strength to handle any situation," an old barbarian warrior said, casually glancing at the dark turtle by the pond not far away. It remained motionless, almost like a black rock.
The vast Northern Plains stretched endlessly.
It was a boundless prairie, incredibly desolate, with sparse population. Sometimes one could walk for over a decade without seeing a single human figure.
In this land, the population was relatively concentrated in a few regions. Eighty percent of the area was barren, with wolves and jackals roaming and vicious beasts appearing.
"Woo…" Deep in the grassland, a lone wolf howled, utterly desolate and lonely.
The fearsome army, team after team, emerged from a black domain gate. All were silent, exuding bloodlust, gripping their weapons.
No one knew that a battle shocking the five domains was about to begin. Since the end of the dark age, this was the first time someone had launched an assault on an immortal inheritance, attacking a terrifying ancient aristocratic family.
"Roar…" The guardian divine dragon, carrying nine living fossils, appeared. When it spread its wings, it blotted out the sky and flooded the prairie, circling high above.
"Roar…" The guardian white tiger burst forth, as massive as a mountain, cracking the earth as it landed. It carried over thirty old barbarian elders on their journey.
The sky was densely packed with figures. Golden divine lions, purple qilins, and other strange beasts carried powerful barbarian warriors one after another, their battle aura boiling.
Lead-gray clouds hung thick and oppressive.
It was a gray world. The entire prairie was bleak, the sky gloomy and dim. The heavy clouds made it hard to breathe.
"This battle is destined to flow with rivers of blood and pile up mountains of bones. The vast earth and countless living beings will tremble. We can only win, not lose!"
"Fight to win, attack to conquer!" It was a terrifying momentum that could collapse mountains, overturn the sky, and make the sun and moon fall.
Today's battle might see an immortal inheritance forever erased from the earth, the most fearsome event since the dark age began.
Of course, it might also be a tragic song. This ancient tribe of the Southern Ridge might also vanish, ceasing to exist.
An earth-shattering upheaval was about to begin!
This battle was destined to have far-reaching consequences, shaking the world and affecting countless sects.
The silent army, the terrible oppression, moved forward in silence, gripping their weapons. In this most tranquil process, they were brewing a heaven-shattering strike!
The Eastern Wasteland, Central Province, and Western Desert—all major powers were focused on the Southern Ridge. Some fearsome enemies had already set out, laying plans in the Southern Ridge to deal with Ye Fan, unaware that the battlefield shocking the human world had already shifted.
"The Sacred Body is alone. No matter how strong he is, can he really stand against a great sect?"
"If a great sect mobilizes its entire force to attack the Sacred Body, can he avoid dying with regret?"
While people in the Southern Ridge were speculating, Ye Fan was leading the barbarian army, already closing in on the Wang Clan of the Northern Plains!
The black clouds grew heavier, covering the entire sky. The prairie was silent, like a land of death, oppressively suffocating.
The ground was a sea of black, the sky densely packed. The silent army, every single person radiating vigorous blood energy, exuded a terrifying killing intent.
No armor, no battle robes. Everyone wore animal skins, one arm bare. Their bronze, muscular bodies were strong, muscles bulging like coiled flood dragons. Some held wolf-fang great clubs, others carried stone axes on their backs.
Now, they were still over a thousand li from the Wang Clan. The assault was about to begin.
The old chieftain waved his hand forcefully. The army split into four groups, moving silently to begin the encirclement.
The sky-obscuring divine dragon, whose single wing could cover a great mountain, carried nine living fossils and led the overwhelming tide of barbarian warriors to attack the main gate. The guardian, who had lived for three thousand nine hundred years, possessed strength that made one shudder.
The mountain-sized guardian white tiger carried over thirty terrifying old men over two thousand years old, leading the overwhelming barbarian warriors to attack from the rear north gate.
The barbarian chieftain stood atop a golden-peng bird, leading a sky-full of fearsome warriors riding barbarian beasts, attacking from the east.
In the old chieftain's hand was a terrifying stone axe, flowing with the aura of an ancient sage. It was a legendary sacred weapon, forged by a Great Sage!
Ye Fan was also entrusted with a heavy responsibility. Holding the terrifying Divine Maiden Furnace, he led an endless, pitch-black tide of barbarian warriors to attack from the west.
"The divine dragon and the white tiger—these two guardians also carry the aura of ancient sacred weapons," Ye Fan murmured, sensing it subtly as he gripped the Divine Maiden Furnace.
"Use the four sacred weapons to tear apart the Wang Clan's ancient divine formation. Descend like heavenly soldiers, tens of thousands of barbarian warriors striking straight at the heart. Don't give them time to react. Hope for a single battle to succeed!"
Whether an ancient aristocratic family would be forever erased, or the barbarian army would fall in the Northern Plains, would be revealed in this earth-shattering battle.
"Crack!"
A blood-red lightning bolt split the pitch-black sky. And at that moment, the barbarian army began their charge, attacking the Wang Clan of the Northern Plains!