"The Human Sovereign wields his sword and steers the universe. The brave warrior bends his bow and protects his people. He lives through life and death. True spirits coexist eternally. The brave warrior bends his bow and protects his people. He lives through life and death. True spirits coexist eternally. The brave warrior bends his bow and protects his people. He lives through life and death.
"The Human Sovereign wields his sword and steers the universe. The brave warrior bends his bow and protects his people. He lives through life and death. True spirits coexist eternally. The brave warrior bends his bow and protects his people. He lives through life and death. True spirits coexist eternally. The brave warrior bends his bow and protects his people. He lives through life and death.
The Guyuan Tribe's Zhong Hun Mountain was littered with broken weapons, dimmed sabers, and cracked iron spears. A raging fire burned at the foot of the mountain. The smell of sandalwood filled the air, and the sound of weeping could be heard. Hundreds of people in the Bloody Battle Tribe had died in battle that night. At this moment, their loved ones were burying their remains in the ancestral land.
They were sending their loved ones on their final journey. In front of the low graves, their loved ones were burning as many wooden coins made from sandalwood as possible. Because according to the legends of the Great Wilderness, the world under the Nine Underworlds needed to be worshipped. With enough wooden coins, the heroic spirits wouldn't have to fight in the wilderness every day like they did in the Great Wilderness, where their lives were precarious.
Xiao Chen had already announced the new appointment in the tribe. Even though some were happy and some were sad, it was already a foregone conclusion. At this moment, Xiao Chen controlled more than 80% of the tribe's combat power. On top of that, he was the strongest person in the tribe. Even if they had any complaints, they could only swallow it down.
The tribe's city was the main battlefield last night. Many houses were destroyed. The ferocious beast meat hung under the eaves of the houses to dry had been devoured by thousands of ferocious ghosts. At this moment, the tribe had begun to rebuild. Not only that, after the tribe meeting was over, the Guyuan Tribe's two thousand-man combat masters, who had not suffered heavy losses, left the tribe under the leadership of their respective chiliarchs. They entered the Wasteland to hunt down the Ghost Race survivors who had escaped last night. They were responsible for the safety of the tribe's territory.
As for why only two thousand-man combat masters were sent, it was because the foreign races were wreaking havoc in the Wasteland. The Guyuan Tribe's city was the foundation of the tribe. No matter what the expedition was, they had to ensure the tribe's safety first.
While the Gu Yuan Tribe was gradually regaining its vitality, the two thousand combat masters who had been sent out to hunt down the remaining Ghost Race members had already slaughtered the two hundred or so low-level Ghost Race members within the tribe's three thousand miles of desolate land, forcing them to flee in panic. In their panic, they had no choice but to flee into the depths of the Desolate Ancient Forest.
In the depths of the wild ancient forest, it was more terrifying and dangerous than the virgin forest. It was covered with thick fallen leaves, but the underground was an unfathomable swamp, which was enough to swallow a martial artist at the peak of the Bone Tempering Realm. The palm-sized black wolf-headed spiders had bodies like iron and stone. They were highly poisonous, and each of them weighed five kilograms. The spider silk they spat out was as tough as fine iron, and it could even break a thousand-kilogram boulder. The millstone-sized wasps had stingers as sharp as arrows, shining with a dim light. Within three hundred feet, the arrows were mighty and deadly.
Normally, the Gu Yuan Tribe members would find it difficult to venture into the depths of the Desolate Ancient Forest when they went out to hunt. The seemingly peaceful ancient forest on the outside was actually a natural graveyard. At this moment, the remaining Ghost Race members were fleeing into the depths of the forest in a panic, trying to escape the encirclement of the Gu Yuan Tribe's combat masters.
"Reporting to the Thousand Men Commander, the Ghost Race members have fled into the depths of the Desolate Ancient Forest. Our thousand-man combat masters have been thwarted in the depths of the forest, and several of our brothers have been stung by poisonous wasps!"
After listening to the report of a centurion, Ding Shan frowned. This was the third day since he had led his men to hunt the Ghost Race members. Over the past three days, they had penetrated several thousand miles into the Great Desolate Plains, and over a hundred Ghost Race members had been killed. He hadn't expected that the remaining five low-tier Ghost Race members would be so cunning as to continue venturing into the depths of the Desolate Ancient Forest. This place was filled with swamps, poisonous scorpions, and ferocious snakes. Over the past two days, dozens of combat masters had been injured.
This was a hunting ground, and to some of his subordinates, this place was more than enough to kill them. A moment later, Ding Shan said, "Xiao Honghuang, lead our brothers out of the Desolate Ancient Forest and set up camp outside. I, the Thousand Men Commander, will personally enter the depths of the forest. The Ghost General has already been killed, so how can a few Ghost Race members escape?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ding Shan's figure flickered, and in a few flashes, he had already disappeared into the ancient forest.
In a certain valley in the Desolate Ancient Forest, the blazing sun couldn't penetrate the thick foliage. Even though it was noon, it was still somewhat cold. At this moment, a rustling sound suddenly came from the distant forest.
In just a moment, three figures appeared. They were three low-tier Ghost Soldiers. One of them carried a huge blood-red axe, while the other two each carried a blood-red broadsword. They had vigilant expressions as they scanned the wilderness around them. The black Ghost Armors on their bodies were covered in cracks, and they were almost scrapped.
"I didn't expect our great Ghost Race to fail miserably this time. Not only were all the Ghost Generals killed, but our Ghost Race's stragglers were also almost completely killed by the Gu Yuan Tribe. We had no choice but to escape into the depths of the Desolate Ancient Forest!"
The Ghost Soldier with the blood-red axe on his back said coldly, and the grey Ghost Flame in his hollow eyes flickered continuously.
"The three of us barely managed to shake off the Human Race's soldiers. Now, we've become stragglers. Only by relying on a new force can we survive in the hinterland of the Human Race in the Great Wilderness!"
"In my opinion, given our strength, the area where the Wu Yuan Tribe is located is already full of danger. It's a pity that our Ghost Race has been operating there for hundreds of years. Now that all the Ghost Generals have died in battle, it's better for us to seek refuge with other stragglers!"
"It's easy for you to say. Originally, our stragglers were formed by the alliance of the various races. This time, the Ghost Generals deliberately avoided the other races in order to let our Ghost Race monopolize this small tribe. They even took the treasure given by the old man of the Wu Yuan Tribe. Now, our Ghost Race has returned in defeat, and almost all of us have died. Without our strength, we will only become cannon fodder if we go there. The Blood Race is also not easy to deal with. This time, we will pay for what our Ghost Race has done to them!"
The grey Ghost Flame in the three Ghost Soldiers' eyes flickered continuously. Now that they were alone and weak, they had to rely on a new force if they wanted to survive in the Great Wilderness.
"The Evil Spirit Race is on good terms with our Ghost Race. Now that the Ghost Generals have died in battle, I think the gift from the old man of the Wu Yuan Tribe is still in the nest. We will take this treasure as a stepping stone and seek refuge with the Evil Spirit Race. Once our cultivation has greatly improved, we will come back to destroy the Gu Yuan Tribe and avenge our dead clansmen!"
"Good!
We will seek refuge with the Evil Spirit Race and settle down first. Then, we will wait for an opportunity to gather the Ghost Race soldiers that are wandering in the Great Wilderness. Only by surviving in the Human World will we have a chance to destroy the Gu Yuan Tribe! "
After making their decision, the branches and leaves in the ancient forest trembled. After a few breaths, the three grey figures disappeared without a trace.