As the words of Izewende fell, the vast wilderness fell into utter silence.
"What... do you an?"
Soone spoke with difficulty.
At this mont, everyone sensed sothing was wrong.
Because Izewende clearly didn’t care about the deaths of the Red Stone Clan warriors, let alone the battle losses of other tribes.
"What do I an? Hahaha, of course, I’m inviting all of you to die."
Izewende laughed out loud.
With a clattering sound, the nearby warriors all closed in, drawing their Red Stone Crossbows and aiming at these eight clan leaders.
Among them, the clan leaders of Black Water and Green Teeth tribes trembled with anger, staring fiercely at Izewende, but the latter was clearly indifferent.
"I advise you all to watch this good show with , you will be witnesses of Barbaric Ascension Star’s history."
Izewende’s face was expressionless; his icy tone sent chills down the spine.
"Barbaric Ascension Star?"
"That’s right, it’s the na of this planet." A cold smile appeared at the corner of Izewende’s mouth.
"Who the hell are you!?"
A furious shout, and the clan leader of Cuiyue Tribe roared and charged outward.
He partook in this encirclent to secure a solid backing for his tribesn.
But now, what did he see?
A madman actually wanted his tribe’s elite to be completely wiped out.
This was absolutely unacceptable.
In a flash, all they saw was Izewende’s position heavily sunken, the whole person being rolled into the air, and his right leg drawing a 180-degree slashing arc in the air.
Bang!
He acted after but arrived first.
The body of the Cuiyue Tribe’s clan leader was half a head taller than Izewende, reaching 195 cm, and the explosive power during his sprint was visibly strong.
But in this instant, people only saw a foot chopping down like a war axe, heavily landing on the Cuiyue leader’s head.
Crack—
Bang!
The head shattered as if struck by a wooden mallet, blood splattered, the remaining bones were instantly crushed into the chest cavity.
A corpse crashed heavily to the ground.
With thunderous montum.
Everything happened in just an instant.
The remaining seven clan leaders looked at the corpse with the lancholy of watching a rabbit die, seeing their own fate.
"Just watch quietly, I don’t want you to et the sa end as him."
"Alright, drag it away."
With a snap of the fingers, several warriors stepped forward and dragged the corpse away.
Everything seed as if nothing had happened.
However, the slaughter on the battlefield continued.
"Has he gone crazy?"
"What on earth has Basil Laco taken, is he planning to expend all his tribe mbers here?"
Alva looked ahead after piercing through a kiloter-long distance at the mass of people not retreating but counterattacking.
In his impression, this was not the usual battle style of the Red Stone Clan.
"Can we keep charging?" Isaiah glanced at the person beside him.
"We can!"
"White Armor Clan has no warriors who die from exhaustion!"
Amidst bursts of laughter, even the sowhat exhausted warriors responded.
"Then keep killing!"
So the Chongzhou Corps resud their charge after a brief pause.
anwhile, the battles in the sky were progressing faster.
Blood rain kept falling.
This chanical Life Giant Dragon, Evil Wing, when facing the flesh-and-blood creatures Green Bats, seed to have overwhelming physical power.
To it, the Green Bats’ attacks were no more than itching, far less terrifying than the Black Wood Cannon Beasts.
But the Black Wood Cannon Beasts had all been targeted and slain by Mu Fan.
Now the Red Stone Clan had lost its greatest trump card against Evil Wing.
With a claw swipe, a Green Bat was torn to shreds.
Donning the Dragon Rider War Armor, Mu Fan semi-reclined on the dragon’s back, his brow slightly furrowed.
This battle...
He couldn’t figure it out.
Knowing it was a certain death situation, yet crazily rushing to death.
Tens of thousands of troops, on this primitive planet, was definitely an epic scale.
From what he had learned these days, battles involving even a thousand people were exceedingly rare.
Each tribe cherished its population dearly.
It shouldn’t be like this...
The leader of the Red Stone Tribe shouldn’t be so irrational.
Mu Fan felt sothing amiss, but couldn’t decipher the clues even upon careful thinking.
As Evil Wing excitedly engaged in slaughter with those Green Bats, Mu Fan voiced his concerns to Black, or more accurately, to a warrior with a long history...
Immortal Divine Race, Mohandas!
A hoarse voice slowly sounded in his ear, "The more backward the civilization, the stronger the combat instinct. This feeling, it should be to achieve so higher goal, otherwise, such a battle is aningless."
"The strategist of war must have a larger goal, a goal attractive enough to consu countless tribesn’s lives."
In virtual space, the pair of ghostly green eyes beneath the cloak gazed forward, piercing through the mist surrounding Mu Fan with just two sentences.
A larger goal!?
A larger goal that warranted the sacrifice of so many tribes’ lives...
What could it be!
The outco of the war was now before his eyes, leaving only a thin veil. Once torn, he would see what the opposing side was scheming.
Mu Fan already vaguely sensed sothing unsettling, as his keen intuition subtly warned him.
The slaughter will continue.
However, the speed needs to be increased.
Grasping the Curved Light Scythe Blade downward, his palm gripping tight, Ghost Energy infused into his eyes, and a clear aura enveloping his brain.
[Absolute Calm].
"Evil Wing, seek out the enemy’s command center."
Roar!~
A stirring long roar echoed across the sky.
Receiving Mu Fan’s command, Evil Wing flapped its giant wings, ceasing its entanglent with the surging Green Bats, its lantern-like eyes staring into the distance, as the airflow on both sides abruptly intensified.
The fierce wind tore open, the body like an arrow.
A straight bloody path started to unfold in midair.
The Green Bat Warriors seemingly sensing sothing wrong, began madly flooding toward the forefront of Evil Wing’s charge.
On the ground.
During their slaughter, Alva and Isaiah both glanced up.
"Mu Fan dashed ahead, did he discover sothing?"
"Let’s break through and provide support for him."
In just two or three seconds, the two made up their minds.
Mu Fan charged alone towards the rear of the camp, even with that terrifying giant dragon, they couldn’t let Mu Fan face danger alone.
The two retracted their gaze, looking forward once more, accompanying another loud battle cry, the Chongzhou Army pierced forward like an arrow.
"Kill!"
...
The slaughter continued.
The Vanguard Army, centered around the Red Stone, Black Water, and Green Teeth tribes, could no longer withstand the heavy casualties.
Facing the tireless, unyielding, devastatingly powerful White-armored Warriors, they were utterly terrified.
So when the defeat occurred, it was unstoppable like a breached flood.
Routed soldiers collided with reinforcents from the rear, and the death toll further escalated.
On the high platform, several clan leaders gritted their teeth until they creaked, their eyes bloodshot.
Just monts ago, a small tribe chief from the Sulfur Light Clan was shot dead by a Red Stone Poison Arrow.
They had only 6 people left...
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