Gu Yuan Tribe.
The setting sun was like a blazing fire. Smoke rose in spirals, and the aroma of meat wafted through the entire tribe. In the evening, the women were hurriedly preparing dinner, waiting for the men who had gone out to hunt in the Wasteland to return.
When the sun rose and set, the clansmen who had gone out would bring back the day's harvest. Usually, besides the six thousand battle masters taking turns to hunt in the Wasteland, the warriors of the tribe would constantly go out into the Wasteland Ancient Forest to further temper themselves and improve their martial arts!
Some of the boorish men had their backs exposed. They held blood-stained weapons in their hands and carried the meat they had hunted on their shoulders. The strong smell of blood could be smelled from far away.
However, the people who lived on this land were already used to it. There were people who smiled and greeted these warriors. As for the young children, their eyes were filled with desire. They wanted to go up and touch the ferocious beast that had a face full of hatred. However, because of the dense blood aura, they stopped in their tracks. This caused many of the clansmen to burst into laughter.
Seeing their men return with heavy meat on their shoulders, many of the women who had been watching from the entrance hurriedly returned to their stone houses. They grabbed the ears of the clay dolls who had been playing outside and pulled them into their houses.
Soon, the most important day of the Human Race in the Wasteland would arrive. It was the annual sacrifice. This was the day when the people of the Wasteland would worship their ancestors. Legend had it that on this day, the ancestors of the Human Race had risen up in revolt and opened the beginning of a bloody war between the Human Race and the foreign races, laying down a territory for the Human Race to live in.
Therefore, this day was incomparably sacred to every Human Race in the Wasteland. They would always remember this day. On this day, every Human Race tribe would offer the most sumptuous meat to these deceased ancient heroic spirits.
Of course, the Gu Yuan Tribe was no exception. These days, the tribe had been preparing the meat for the sacrifice and all kinds of sacrifices. The heroic spirits of the Human Race were to be sacrificed in the Wasteland.
As night fell, the Gu Yuan Tribe fell into silence. Only the flickering torches on the city walls flickered faintly. Tonight, the thousand battle masters led by Que Feng were on night watch. At this moment, apart from a portion of them guarding the city, the rest of them were divided into several squads and patrolling the tribe.
A squad of over thirty Warriors patrolled to a remote area in the southwest of the tribe. This place was a small area of undulating hills, and on top of the hills were rows of unfinished limestone houses that were scattered in picturesque disorder, vaguely visible under the moonlight.
Right at this moment, in the southwest corner of the city, a gust of cold wind emerged out of nowhere, brushing past the clan warriors who were guarding the city. Boundless black mist surged over crazily, slowly submerging the surrounding scenery. Within the black mist, layers upon layers of ghostly figures appeared one after another, and ghostly faces appeared one after another.
"Everyone, be careful! There's something strange about this black fog!"
A loud shout rang out. The centurion's expression changed abruptly because he found that it was impossible for his figure to escape from this fog. Immediately, his blood and Qi surged and rushed out. The surrounding black fog kept churning with a chilly aura. Not only did it not dissipate, it became even more solid and completely entangled the centurion's figure.
What was even worse was that the centurion found that the inky black fog emitted a bone-chilling coldness. There was also a faintly discernible demonic nature in it. With just a light breath, he would immediately feel dizzy and the phantom images would appear in the depths of his soul, making it difficult for him to extricate himself.
"Ah!"
At this moment, a clan soldier behind the centurion's face contorted and he let out a heart-wrenching scream. Blood spurted out from his eyes as he frantically tore off his beast robe and scratched his body as if he wanted to pull off his skin. Soon, his body was badly mutilated.
"Hot, so hot!
I'm going to die from the heat! "
A Battle Soldier felt as if he had been put into a furnace, and his blood and flesh were about to melt. He kept screaming in agony.
Such a bizarre scene was playing out in this squad of twenty to thirty Battle Soldiers. Different scenes appeared in everyone's mind, and incomparable fear seemed to be emanating from the depths of their hearts.
Sometimes, they would be put into a huge steamer, and after being cooked, their skin would be peeled off, and then they would be put into a pot of oil to be squeezed dry. After that, their bones and tendons would be peeled off, and finally, they would be put into a bronze cauldron. They would be eaten on a platter by an alien race member, and the scenes that made them wish they were dead had filled the depths of their souls.
At this moment, every single one of their faces were twisted and hideous. Some of them were even in a state of confusion, as if they had fallen into a boundless terror. This terror originated from the depths of their souls. In the darkness, there seemed to be a huge face of a ghost, opening its bloody mouth and tearing at their flesh and souls.
Swoosh!
The body of a young clan soldier at the back of the squad twitched. Like a punctured balloon, his body shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye. Eventually, his flesh and blood were sucked dry, turning into a thin piece of human skin, drifting and falling to the ground amidst the chilly wind.
At this moment, that centurion was still struggling. A hint of clarity appeared in his turbid eyes as he sensed the boundless Yin Qi surrounding him. This kind of Yin Qi was even colder than ice, and more pervasive, as if it had long penetrated into the depths of his bones.
Chi!
As if cold water had been poured into boiling hot oil, the black Yin Qi ten feet away from this centurion actually surged and turned into blood ice, colliding with the Qi and blood of this centurion. One Yin and one Yang, one cold and one hot, two auras blended together, emitting a sizzling sound.
"Human warrior, give your soul and flesh to the great Lord Ghost General first, and you will obtain eternal life!"
The Yin Qi churned eerily, and a slightly hollow voice rang in the centurion's ears. It seemed to be coming from all directions, and it seemed to be separated by several layers of gauze, making it indistinct. However, as this ghostly voice rang out, the Yin Qi around the centurion suddenly increased by several times. The blood that was originally burning like fire in front of him was also forcefully crushed into nothingness.
"Damn it!
How dare you behave atrociously in my Gu Yuan Tribe! "
The veins on his face bulged, and the centurion's teeth had already been bitten to pieces. His comrade-in-arms, who he had been with day and night, had died in front of him in just a moment. The brothers who had once sworn to go through life and death with him had now become pieces of withered human skin tightly pressed against the ground.
His originally resolute face was now filled with fear.
"Come!
Give me your soul, and you will obtain eternal life! "
The bleak and sinister voice rang out once more, and the black, chilling aura expanded once more. It was like a clump of thick ink, or more like a clump of condensed blood essence. Finally, the centurion sank into the boundless color of blood, sinking into oblivion.
In the middle of the night, the moon was dim, and the stars were sparse.
A shrill voice pierced through the darkness and rang out in the tribe!