The Mad Demon Prince didn't come and neither did Hermit Cold Mountain. The two seemed to be not on good terms in the past. That being said, the others went to talk to each other.
The situation was not good. The Mad Demon Prince was attacked by more than 20,000 barbarians. Along the way, they saw thousands of people had died tragically. Many places must have been attacked by barbarians.
How many barbarians were there in the world?
Were there more powerful ones that had not been sent out yet?
Was there a dynasty of barbarians here?
Were there tens of millions of barbarians?
If there were more than millions of barbarians, then the ending that awaited them would not be pretty. Apart from some powerful warriors, none of the others would survive.
Especially those ordinary fourth tribulation martial artists, they would probably end up as skeletons in the end.
When the news spread out, panic began to spread. Many people were discussing but who could come up with a solution?
There was only one thing to do, to find an exit as soon as possible.
Hermit Cold Mountain, Liu and the other powerful warriors could kill the barbarians easily.
But how many barbarians could they kill?
The barbarians here came and went without a trace. Could some powerful warriors defeat the indigenous barbarians?
Also, they had just arrived and the barbarians had organized a strong attack from several sides at the same time. It meant that the barbarians knew the situation here like the back of their hand.
They also had powerful armies and very precise organizational skills.
This was only the first wave of attacks, and it wouldn't be long before the second and third wave of attacks came.
For the indigenous barbarians, Lu Li was an outsider, an intruder. They would not accept any compromise or negotiation unless they could defeat the indigenous barbarians.
Hermit Cold Mountain asked someone to rest for half a day and then he moved on with his team. From the beginning to the end, he didn't talk to the Mad Demon Prince at all, nor did he intend to work together.
The others did hope that the two powerful warriors could stay together. It would be safer for everyone.
But Hermit Cold Mountain was leaving. What could they do?
They could either go with him or join the Mad Demon Prince's side.
Everyone chose to go with Hermit Cold Mountain. After all, they had been following him and Hermit Cold Mountain would try his best to help them when they were in danger.
Many people had died on the Mad Demon Prince's side as well. Was it safe to go there?
Not necessarily.
Everyone advanced in silence. Everyone's expressions were very serious, and they were constantly paying attention to the situation nearby, especially the situation underground. They had to prevent any sneak attacks from the savages.
This time, after traveling for half a day, they did not encounter any danger, nor did they see a single savage. Instead, they encountered some low-level ferocious beasts, which were easily killed.
"Eh?
What's that? "
After traveling for another half a day, someone cried out in surprise. The people in front had all climbed up a large mountain, and the people who were climbing up the mountain all stopped, their faces filled with shock.
Lu Li followed them and sped up. He looked into the distance. After a few glances, he was shocked as well.
In the distance, Lu Li saw a cluster of stone forts. They were not big, but there were so many of them that he could not see the end of them. There must be at least tens of thousands of stone forts.
At this moment, there was an orderly group of savages standing outside the stone fort. All of them held white bones in their hands and carried small white bone bows on their backs.
At a glance, there were at least thirty to forty thousand people. They were standing in an orderly manner, waiting for the crowd.
These indigenous people looked like savages, but they were well-trained like human armies. Tens of thousands of them stood in an orderly manner without making any noise. They gave off a sense of solemnity and oppression.
They had learned how powerful these savages were. Therefore, when faced with tens of thousands of savages, their hearts trembled. Many of them wanted to turn around and run.
"Don't panic!"
Recluse Cold Mountain shouted. He knew very well that if they were to run now, their formation would be disrupted and many would be killed.
Once the morale of the warriors dropped and their formation was disrupted, they would lose half of the battle.
Recluse Cold Mountain's shout cheered them up. They took out their weapons and got into formation.
Recluse Cold Mountain glanced over and said, "Who knows the ancient language? Go and talk to them and see if we can coexist peacefully. Tell them that we mean no harm and that we came in by accident. We will leave as soon as we find the exit."
Nobody answered Recluse Cold Mountain's words. Maybe some did, but they did not dare to take the risk.
After a while, an old warrior at the peak of the fourth tribulation said, "I know something. I will go and talk to them. Recluse, please hold the line for me!"
"Alright!"
Recluse Cold Mountain nodded. He looked around and said, "One hundred of the fifth tribulation warriors will follow them down the mountain. The rest of you, stay on the mountain and form a formation. If they want to fight, we will fight them on the mountain.
Remember, we must not panic. Once we are defeated, most of you will die. "
"Yes!"
Everyone was clear about this. Most of them were ready for battle. Recluse Cold Mountain led the one hundred warriors down slowly. None of them took out their weapons or treasures. They looked calm, showing that they meant no harm.
The warrior who knew the ancient language shouted as he ran. He smiled and kept waving his hands to show his intentions.
The tens of thousands of savages standing below did not move. In front of these tens of thousands of savages stood six stronger and taller savages. These six savages were expressionless. They stared coldly at Recluse Cold Mountain and the others who were walking down slowly.
Recluse Cold Mountain and the others stopped halfway up the mountain. The one who shouted continued to walk to the foot of the mountain. He stood at the foot of the mountain and did not dare to move forward. He just kept shouting in the ancient language.
The savages did not move. They did not even have any change in their expressions. After shouting for a while, the man looked at Recluse Cold Mountain. Recluse Cold Mountain waved his hands, indicating for the man to continue shouting.
After that man shouted, the Barbarians finally moved. The Barbarian in the middle raised his hand and swung it down heavily.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh ~"
In an instant, it was as if a rain of arrows had fallen. Thousands of savages drew their bows and shot arrows at the peak of the fourth tribulation who had shouted. That person was instantly killed.
Then the man waved his hand again. Tens of thousands of savages rushed over and started to attack.
"Retreat to the mountain!"
Recluse Cold Mountain sighed helplessly. It seemed that he could not communicate with the savages. Once they encountered them, they could only fight to the death. He did not know how many of them would survive this.
They would definitely lose. However, they could not run now. Otherwise, they would suffer even more casualties. They had to fight in an orderly manner while retreating slowly. That was the only way for more people to escape.
"Get ready to fight. Retreat as you fight. If anyone runs away, they will not need to follow me anymore!"
Recluse Cold Mountain shouted and flew up with his men. The others formed their own formations and waited for the savages to fly up.
Recluse Cold Mountain did a good job. He led a group of powerful warriors and stood at the front.
"Woo, woo, woo ~"
A group of savages roared and rushed up. The six strong savages were at the front. Their target was Recluse Cold Mountain. They were going to kill him together.