"All dead, all dead..."
"My people."
At this mont, the estimated death toll had reached over ten thousand.
This was the largest-scale casualty on this prairie in nearly a century.
Listening to the gritting sounds of these people, Izewende remained indifferent, rely squinting at the view ahead.
His eyesight was astonishing, able to see the massive shadow advancing from the sky’s horizon.
"Seems like you noticed sothing was wrong, huh?"
"But unfortunately, there’s no reward for guessing right."
A neurotic smile suddenly appeared on Izewende’s face, his eyes flashing with a hint of bloodlust.
He raised his palm.
"Izewende, what are you going to do!" Soone suddenly noticed Izewende’s movent, a bad premonition flashed in their heart, and they shouted sharply.
"Everyone’s role is finished."
Izewende smiled softly, and lowered his hand.
In an instant, hundreds of poisoned arrows were shot.
Within twenty ters, Red Stone Crossbow Arrows could penetrate ten centiters of rock!
Moreover, these clan leaders had gathered without wearing heavy war armor at all.
Because no one expected Izewende to be so audacious to strike recklessly.
At this range, no one could escape.
Soone tried to rush forward to seize Izewende, but the Young Clan Chief’s eyes showed no fluctuation, rely grinning coldly and stepping back half a step.
This step beca a Chasm that could never be crossed.
Thud, thud, thud!
The sound of hundreds of arrows piercing through bodies echoed.
Including the clan leaders of Green Teeth and the Black Water Tribe, all foreign people were frozen on the spot.
Their eyes filled with confusion, the red-purple color spreading from the arrow wounds to every part of their bodies.
Vitality rapidly vanished.
Thud.
Several people fell down simultaneously.
Even the White Armor Clan Leader Isaiah was injured by an arrow and nearly perished, let alone others who had at least over ten crossbow arrows in them.
The potent poison instantly choked everyone to death.
"Excellent."
Whispering softly, Izewende looked at the corpses all around, an unusual smile flashed on his face, then he laughed and walked backward, entering a prepared tunnel.
This tunnel led to the Red Stone Clan’s highest secret area.
"Guard here, shoot anyone who approaches without my command."
The loyal Red Stone Guard nodded silently.
As his silhouette disappeared, the entrance of the tunnel was quickly covered by soil.
The instigator of this war, Izewende, vanished silently from the battlefield.
In the long tunnel, his tall shadow grew longer and longer under the torchlight.
"What a perfect breeding ground for flesh and blood... Two whole years, finally waiting for the trace of the tracking troops, haha..."
...
...
Evil Wing roared as it descended from the sky towards the earth.
Mu Fan’s silhouette fell from the sky like a dragon.
His feet slamd into the ground as he spun the Curved Light Scythe Blade, and the ghostly green brilliance shimred, shredding all incoming spears and crossbow arrows.
The attackers managed only to glimpse Mu Fan’s figure montarily before losing sight of him completely.
The energy braid behind his head quietly unraveled, stepping forward, four apparitions charged simultaneously.
"Which one is real, which one is fake?"
The Red Stone Warriors felt a rising doubt, but Mu Fan quickly provided a bloody answer.
Four phantom trails slashed open in the crowd.
No armor or weapon, however sturdy, could withstand the twisted flickering green ghostly brilliance.
"They’re all real!"
The crowd was aghast.
"Quick, stop him!"
The voice echoed everyone’s thoughts.
But how to stop him!?
They couldn’t see him at all.
The pale green ghostly glow rged almost entirely with the night, only flickering twistedly during kills.
"Quick... The White Armor Clan is slaughtering over, retreat!"
Yet, the words to pursue were never spoken.
[Guarding this position most densely indicates the Commander’s stronghold.]
Mu Fan’s keen sight swiftly scanned the view ahead.
Whist, whist, whist!
Dense arrow rain ca, its range so vast it completely covered the area where the four shadows aligned.
Mu Fan squinted, both hands crossing into phantoms in an instant.
Beneath the Holy Hall lies the Dark Hall, the strongest defensive barrier.
Redemption Third Stage — Dark Hall Barrier!
The activated Ghost Energy Blade filled in the final gap of this strongest single-soldier defensive combat skill.
In that instant, four apparitions virtually simultaneously projected a huge chessboard perpendicular to the ground, green lines intersecting each other.
People watched wide-eyed as the arrow rain collided with these four giant chessboards.
Silent, without sound.
All flying objects were instantly shredded into powder, then completely obliterated by the suddenly erged hexagonal shield.
The chessboard vanished dramatically, and four silhouettes returned one by one, the blurry figure solidifying.
The crowd’s eyes landed on the central silhouette.
Stretching his arm horizontally, Mu Fan slowly raised his head to look around.
The flickering Ghost Energy Blade seed to ignite.
The cold Face Armor exposed only those entirely ghostly green eyes, like the fiercest wolf king on the prairie.
Kneel, leap!
In an instant, layers of light-shadow split from his body, twisting forward.
Left side, front, right side.
Silhouettes crossed and flashed, flickering on and off.
Each ti a fixed image of a reverse slash erged, it marked the death of Red Stone Warriors.
With the Blade of Glory in my hand, I grant you... death!
[Redemption Sixth Stage — Radiant Assault]!
This is the strongest lethal move of the Immortal Divine Race, fearless of mass attack.
Live towards death!
The blade swept across the enemy’s body, without a single drop of blood staining the armor beneath, Mu Fan’s eyes exuded coldness.
This high platform potentially housing the commander... was empty.
Looking indifferently back.
Along the entire 300-ter trail of blood, no one survived.
People on both sides, terrified and trembling, looked at the devilish silhouette at the horizon.
"This is the Catastrophe sent by the Stars to punish us."
"This is the Catastrophe..."
"Deity, forgive us."
Mu Fan’s fight completely turned their perception of combat upside down.
A way utterly detached from line-of-sight targeting, the cold blade glowing in the dark.
The eerie stealth hiding silently in the air.
To them, it was unimaginable.
So devout followers of the Stars couldn’t help but kneel down, continuously bowing.
They weren’t begging Mu Fan for rcy, but praying the Stars not to bring suffering to him and his people, seeking forgiveness from the divine spirit within the Stars.
On the desolate high platform, eight bodies lay dead conspicuously.
Different shapes, skin colors, attire.
Their deaths were certainly not caused by the White Armor Clan.
Looking once more around, the battlefield was already in chaos.
This... didn’t seem like a real tribal war at all.
The way they died suggested the commander didn’t regard these lives at all.
What were those behind the scenes plotting?
"Where did your Clan Leader go?"
Mu Fan suddenly seized soone, his gaze ice-cold.
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