I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself Chapter 131 69: The Foundation of the Upper Division, the Fl

Can't say that.

Muo Long's words directly frightened the three clan leaders present.

What a joke, if the Vein Master ca, wouldn't they crush them to death?

A dignified Tier Four powerhouse going against ordinary humans, wouldn't that be a slap in the face for the Xiaoyang Race?

Moreover, the Vein Master, with a wave of the hand, has the might of causing landslides and earthquakes, yet looking around, the mountains are as nurous as ever.

The Vein Master might as well be playing whack-a-mole with the mountains.

The Northern Humans are as cunning as foxes.

Feeling the aura emanating from Muo Long, the three clan leaders first bowed their heads, and soon their bodies began to shrink downwards as well.

"My lord, you've actually already fulfilled the clan's directive by scouring through the Northern Humans."

At this ti, Mu Xun spoke, "My lord has been here for only about half a year, and all the Northern Humans have been swept clean, it's just that so have escaped into the mountains; compared to the great purge, they're not worth ntioning."

"Ah, yes, yes, from Qu River to where we are now, there are no more people, the lord's task is complete."

"Hmph!"

Muo Long snorted coldly, riding high on the Crocodile Dragon, and walked into the Ruins Market's ruins.

Watching Muo Long depart, the three clan leaders breathed a slight sigh of relief, but Muo Long's words rang out again.

"Rember what you said."

"Yes."

"Yes, yes."

The three of them, Mu Xun and the others, hurriedly nodded.

Damn it, who can reason with this? Among the Xiaoyang Race Soldiers killed by humans, half ca from their three tribes.

They thought they could capture so humans to take back, but now the previously detained humans have beco food for Muo Long's subordinate soldiers.

Now, the humans have long fled into the mountains or migrated further away, where could they catch them now?

Enter the mountains?

Forget it.

The cost is too high.

The damned humans had seen to this, scattering everyone in such a way, and no scattered Human Race Tribe could manage such a feat.

There must be a Human Race leader behind the scene, most likely it's the Blazing Fla Tribe.

This is too convenient; the Blazing Fla was in the Northern Lands, just as they prepared to annihilate Blazing Fla, Blazing Fla disappeared, and the other human tribes that fled north also vanished.

Such a tribe must be exterminated.

The three clan leaders were heavy-hearted; they all had this thought, but none considered finding Muo Long to discuss it.

In fact, they felt that Muo Long had thought of it already.

After all, it's been half a year; if not thought of at first, that's excusable, but for this long, with the Xiaoyang Race repeatedly facing setbacks in entering the mountains, even Muo Long himself has failed there, if still unbeknownst, then Muo Long is indeed undeserving of the title of Myriarch.

But Muo Long's position as Myriarch had been earned step by step over years of battling humans in Ji Land.

In the middle of the Ruins Market, a group of Crocodile Dragons lay coiled, forming an open space.

Muo Long jumped off the Crocodile Dragon and took a seat in the circle's center.

"Myriarch."

A white-haired Xiaoyang approached.

"These humans can't hide in the mountains forever; the day will co when they erge."

Muo Yin spoke, realizing that hidden humans can't always escape their grasp.

However, compared to crushing a few ambushing humans, it's a real blow to morale when so many clan soldiers move together.

"A clever person in the north has scattered these humans in the mountains, using the terrain to evade our extermination."

Facing his subordinates, Muo Long's anger had dissipated.

"In such a vast area, filled with hills and forests, as long as humans are intent on hiding, even if ten thousand clan soldiers co, it's impossible to eliminate every last one."

To truly clear out the humans here, you'd need to migrate tribes over to occupy these expansive forests."

Muo Yin nodded, "Eight thousand years ago, our Xiaoyang survived the conquest of the Yongshan Bo Division by utilizing the terrain.

If ti isn't spent occupying this place, humans, like wild grass, will sprout again."

Muo Yin knew as well that at most, a few minor branches could be stationed here, but sending more clan soldiers was impossible.

Currently, within the clan, although the major branches appear harmonious, deep down they're all eager to invade Ji Land and ultimately seize Yongyi.

Turning the fertile lands of Yongyi, cultivated by humans, into territory belonging to the Xiaoyang Race.

"Myriarch, are we heading back to the clan land next?"

Seeing Muo Long's confidence, Muo Yin assud they were retreating.

"No, the mission is not yet complete; how can we retreat?"

Muo Long looked towards Giant Peak Mountain, "It's been so long, the Bo Division Flying Ship is still circling, and who knows if there really is any treasure."

"Not long ago, when the clan sent word, they suddenly realized this wilderness had been overlooked by us and now intend to occupy it with tribes.

You wouldn't be curious about what's beyond Giant Peak Mountain?"

Muo Yin didn't speak; Giant Peak Mountain, like a natural barrier, has blocked passage for countless years.

During Yongshan Bo Division's era of conquest, even they did not make it through.

"Is the clan truly dispatching tribes?" Muo Yin was taken aback, it seed sudden.

Given the vastness of the Miasma Swamp separating this place from Ji Land, they're incomparable.

"The clan likely believes that whether or not there's treasure here, occupying this area is rely convenient."

Muo Long spoke plainly; when he ca six months ago, the clan didn't share this view.

But it didn't matter, it's not like he has to stay behind.

After all, there are three folks outside.

As he spoke, Muo Long glanced at the three clan leaders outside.