I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself Chapter 152 76: Xiaoyang's Major Defeat, Blood Oath Alliance

At the sa ti, massive logs were lifted from the ground in the rear, rapidly driving into the earth to construct new platforms.

The crossbown on the stone platform, after loading their giant arrows, did not rush to shoot.

"Choo choo!"

Loud cries sounded continuously.

"Southeast direction, Xiaoyang in silver armor!"

The flying bird scout Huo Jiang imdiately spotted Muo Qiu.

There was no way around it, the clan leaders of the three major tribes wore much better armor than other clan leaders of the sa race.

The giant crossbows, perched high, quickly targeted the silver-armored figure in the chaos below.

In the lee, Muo Qiu slashed down a Human Race mber in front and instinctively swung back with another slash.

Boom!

The flash of the blade collided with the incoming giant arrow, shattering the arrow, and Muo Qiu's body was shaken back repeatedly, quickly rolling away.

The giant arrows plunged into the ground nearby successively.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Wherever it ran, the giant arrows pursued relentlessly.

"Argh!"

The scrambling Muo Qiu was furious.

Having giant crossbows is just shaless.

It dared not linger for even a mont and kept changing positions in the chaotic battlefield.

"Muo Qiu, you cowardly fool!"

Elsewhere, Qiu Bear roared, having already charged to Huo Chang's front, now engaging him in combat.

However, a group of black-armored, masked figures surrounded it at Huo Chang's side.

The black-armored individuals exuded a cold aura, their eyes revealing a bloodthirsty glint upon seeing it.

"Strike now!"

Qiu Bear's body was continuously being torn by blade light; it felt if this continued, it would be devoured by these bloodthirsty Human Race mbers.

"Can't wait any longer!"

In another direction, Mu Xun also struggled to evade the onslaught of giant crossbow bolts.

The giant arrows seed to have eyes, relentlessly pursuing.

If the three could only get close to Huo Chang, they could turn the tide of battle with witchcraft, but they couldn't even approach him.

"Take action!"

Seeing the distance was no more than a hundred feet, Mu Xun pulled a horn from his chest pocket and blew into it with a deep hum.

The horn was dark, etched with blood patterns, and released beams of blood light.

Seeing this, Muo Qiu and Qiu Bear also brought out similar horns and began to blow.

At that mont, the Xiaoyang Race warriors on the scene were roused, forming a massive surge towards Huo Chang.

"Cunning Humans, die!"

Qiu Bear yelled, grabbing the horn and hurling it fiercely towards Huo Chang.

A cloud of blood light 'swished' from the horn, heading towards Huo Chang.

Clang!

As the blood light approached, Huo Fu activated his pre-prepared Great Imperial Sword Talisman from atop the Kui Ox behind Huo Chang.

All-encompassing air currents, disturbed by the Witch Talisman, rose and transford into a fifty-foot giant sword, slashing down towards the blood light.

Crack!

The blood light splattered into a blood mist under the giant sword, yet the sword's montum did not lessen, slicing towards Qiu Bear.

Whoosh whoosh!

At that mont, both Muo Qiu and Mu Xun also hurled out blood light from their horns.

Clang clang!

Another two Sword-controlling Talismans were activated, two fifty-foot giant swords slashed down, leaving a hundred-foot sword gulch on the ground, sweeping away the figures on either side.

"Kill!"

Huo Chang coldly commanded, raising his right hand. A long blade, burning with ethereal blood flas, locked onto the nearest Qiu Bear.

Boom!

The long blade pierced through the air with unparalleled killing power, penetrating Qiu Bear's shoulder.

Qiu Bear's shoulder exploded, shattering its tal-gloss inner armor, its body flying across, crashing into a group of figures. Then it leaped up and bolted backward without a second glance.

"Retreat!"

Only a mont ago, they were surrounding Huo Chang, but in the blink of an eye, Qiu Bear was severely injured and fled, frightening Muo Qiu and Mu Xun into changing their expressions.

They backpedaled frantically, retreating a hundred feet away in the blink of an eye.

How can we fight this battle?

We have giant crossbows if we need them, witchcraft if we need it.

Who the hell said the Northern Human Race are all barbarians?

It's them who are the real barbarians!

With Muo Qiu and Mu Xun's defeat and retreat, Qiu Bear severely wounded and fled, the Xiaoyang Race in the arena could no longer hold on and began fleeing madly toward the distant mountain forests.

Whizz, whizz, whizz!

The giant crossbows in high positions finally stopped distinguishing between friend and foe, aiming at the fleeing figures and went full throttle.

Among those pursuing the escaping Xiaoyang Race soldiers, Huo Fu charged at the forefront. Seeing a group of Xiaoyang running ahead, he took out a Witch Talisman and activated it.

The ground ahead suddenly shook violently, and small mountains like ground spikes sprang up from the earth, outpacing the running Xiaoyang Race.

In an instant, this group of Xiaoyang Race was all impaled on the stone mountains.

This scene caused the nearby Human Race who were also chasing the Xiaoyang Race to quickly dodge to the distant sides.

This person is not to be ssed with.

...

The pursuit of the retreating Xiaoyang Race soldiers continued until dusk, leaving tens of thousands of Xiaoyang corpses scattered on the wasteland of the south bank of the Zhushui River.

A great victory completely dispelled the fear the various clan martial artists had of the Xiaoyang Race.

Before this, they were chased through the mountains by the Xiaoyang Race, losing countless clansn at their hands.

This battle clearly told the clans that although the Xiaoyang Race has a stronger physique than the Human Race, they are still just limbs and a head.

As long as the Human Race is willing to cultivate and equip themselves with arms and armor, they are not inferior to the elite soldiers of Xiaoyang.

The Xiaoyang corpses were dragged back, their arms and armor stripped off, along with their scattered belongings.

Huo Chang walked through the temporary camp, inspecting the wounded soldiers.

The Witch Doctors of the Blazing Fla Race were divided into dozens of teams to treat the injured warriors of each division.

Although it was a great victory, the Human Race also suffered significant losses, especially the clan soldiers of each division.

The Martial Dao legacy of each division was already poor, and it was only by following the Blazing Fla into a favorable battle that they could minimize warti losses.

In the wounded soldiers' camp, a group of over a hundred figures gathered, with the fallen soldiers of their tribe beside them.

Among the fallen were their clan leader.

The remaining leading martial artist, Lin Zhong, looked sowhat gloomy, and other clansn did not look well either.

Casualties among the warriors of the Great Wilderness divisions are common, but now their Celestial Vein Martial Artist is dead, and their tribe's future is uncertain.

Huo Chang walked here and glanced at the deceased Lin Ji.

"After this battle, the Yanglin Tribe can send people to my Blazing Fla Division for cultivation. The Blazing Fla Division will train a Celestial Vein Martial Artist for the Yanglin Tribe.

During the days when the Yanglin Tribe lacks a Celestial Vein Martial Artist to oversee them, they will be under the protection of my Blazing Fla Division. If other divisions invade, my Blazing Fla will safeguard you thoroughly."

Upon hearing this, not only did the martial artists of the Yanglin Tribe show hope in their eyes, but other injured warriors, as well as leaders of various divisions, also raised their heads to look at Huo Chang.

"This rule applies to all divisions, this is the promise my Blazing Fla offers to everyone."

"My Blazing Fla has the Witch Hall, with Tier Three Wizards in attendance, and hundreds of Wizards and Witches."

"There is the Martial Hall, with a complete cultivation technique from Stone-Breaker to Celestial Vein."

"Those with talent can co to my Blazing Fla for cultivation."

"Clan Leader Huo, is Blazing Fla really going to open up its cultivation legacy?"

So were still sowhat dubious about these words.

This is a Martial Dao legacy, and a Witchcraft Path legacy, which are guarded like treasures by every tribe.

"If you don't believe it, coinciding with today's great victory over Xiaoyang, I will join you in a blood pact, setting it as a vow."

"I trust Clan Leader Huo!"

Cang Hex, this prematurely gray-haired old fellow, was again the first to respond.

"Cang Hex is willing to honor Blazing Fla."

"My Yanglin Tribe will do the sa," Lin Zhong quickly reacted.

...

Night fell.

On the battlefield where the blood scent had not faded, bonfires blazed, illuminating the surroundings.

A previously wounded but still alive Crocodile Dragon was dragged up and slain.

Without a bowl, they directly used helts as bowls, Zhushui River water as wine, and dripped blood from the Crocodile Dragon's forehead.

Huo Chang stood at the front, facing forty-three clan leaders, making a blood oath.

Before Huo Chang could speak, Lin Zhong stepped forward and spoke.

"Clan Leader Huo, after this great victory over Xiaoyang and offering Martial Dao legacy, I, Lin Zhong of Yanglin Tribe, am willing to honor Blazing Fla as the Upper Division, pay annual tribute, and follow orders."

This statent imdiately interrupted the still-pondering Cang Hex, who suddenly opened his eyes and cast a resentful glance at Lin Zhong.