The sky was still dark. At this time, Wanshi's guards had not changed shifts. Those who had been on duty all night were tired. Those who changed shifts might not have woken up yet. The birds that the slave masters raised to patrol in the sky were not active either.
When Shao Xuan and the others arrived at the edge of the forest, the sky above was already dimly lit. The birds that usually woke up early were ready to chirp.
Ao looked at Zheng Luo. Seeing Zheng Luo nod, he raised his hand and the people in the forest rushed out. They were very fast but their movements were very light. For a moment, only the rustling of clothes and leaves could be heard.
The team quickly approached the Wanshi tribe. Wanshi's guards weren't idiots either. Ever since the Flaming Horn's fire seed mutated in the forest, they had been on alert. Although they were exhausted after a night of guarding, it was impossible that they didn't notice the Flaming Horn's approach.
"Enemy attack!"
A loud shout disturbed the quiet atmosphere in the Wan Shi tribe.
A sharp bone whistle pierced the silence of dawn. The surroundings were filled with killing intent.
Yanjiao's troops were still some distance away from Wanshi's outskirts. But when Wanshi's troops moved, Yanjiao's troops moved too.
Inside Wanshi's camp, torches were lit one by one. Although it was already dawn, the sky was still dark. Those with poor eyesight could not see clearly. Plus, they were in a hurry. It was easy to make mistakes if they did not light the torches.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh —
The sound of something tearing through the air resounded in the sky. It was as if a sharp arrow was piercing through the air at high speed.
Those with quick reflexes had already raised bone shields in front of them. The sound came from above. Yanjiao's troops were not very close so the chances of them being shot were low.
But soon, they realized something was wrong. As the sound of the arrows piercing through the air got closer and closer, some people carefully tilted their heads and looked up at the sky. Under the hazy light in the sky, a dense number of arrows were shuttling back and forth, but … those arrows seemed to be … a little too big?
Bang! Bang! Bang! Crack!
The sound of arrows falling like raindrops.
The person holding the shield only felt that the moment the shield was hit, the strong impact made his hand go numb. When he looked at the arrow on the ground next to him, his eyes immediately widened.
What kind of arrow was that? It was clearly a spear!
It was similar to the long spear that was stuck at the door that day. It had a wooden handle and a stone spearhead. The handle was thick and the spearhead was very sharp. Most of the stone spearheads that hit the shield were shattered by the strong impact, leaving only the wooden shaft.
This startled the people of Wan Shi. If it were just a few dozen or a hundred of these spears, it would be fine. But in the previous round, there were thousands of them!
The people of Wan Shi had never seen any tribe use spears as arrows! This' arrow 'was too big!
It was probably only the Yanjiao people who took it for granted. After all, the Yanjiao people were strong.
After that, the second wave of spears descended. This time, the people of Wan Shi all picked up their shields. Some hid behind the stone walls or other objects to avoid this round of spears.
When the spears were thrown, the people in front of the Yanjiao team did not stop. After the second wave of spears, the people in front of them followed closely behind.
By now, the outer walls of the Wan Shi tribe could be seen clearly.
The moment the second wave of spears was thrown, Shao Xuan knew it was time for him to move.
"Go!"
Shao Xuan rushed out in large strides. He ran quickly, then jumped up and landed on Tuo's sword in front of him.
Tuo's strong hand grasped the hilt of the sword. Then he waved the sword violently, using the force of the sword to send Shao Xuan flying.
Duo Kang, Guigou, and Ta did the same thing as Shao Xuan.
Four figures, like four goshawks, rushed out from the group, wanting to soar into the clouds.
As the four figures left, the team burst into cheers.
Shao Xuan felt the cool dawn wind blowing in his face. He could smell the moist water vapor and the smell of mud in the cool wind. He could feel the strong murderous intent and desire to fight from the team below. It seemed to have spread to every corner.
The team was like before when they were hunting. However, when they were hunting, they did not have such a strong aura. After all, when hunting, they often had to control their aura. But now, on the battlefield, their aura was completely released.
Shao Xuan had never felt such a strong murderous intent from the people of the tribe. It was filled with blood and desire to fight that could not be ignored. It seemed that every pore of their body was erupting with this murderous intent. Every one of them was no longer a hunter in the forest. At this moment, the murderous intent that had been suppressed in their bodies erupted like a volcano. Thousands of murderous intents twisted together, like a wave of blood and savagery. It rose to an unprecedented height and slammed towards the Wanshi tribe.
The totemic power in Shao Xuan's body seemed to have sensed the information released from the surroundings, instantly spreading throughout his body. The dark purple totemic patterns were not obvious under the dim sky, but they were even more dangerous.
The Wanshi tribe was getting closer and closer. Shao Xuan flew over the outer wall of the Wanshi tribe. He pulled out his sword and blocked an arrow. Then he crashed into a man holding a shield.
Crack!
There was the sound of bones breaking. The man below did not even have the chance to scream. His body seemed to have lost its support. He fell to the ground, dead.
The man holding the shield probably did not expect someone to fall from the sky and trample him to death.
Shao Xuan's sudden appearance stunned the surrounding Wanshi people.
There were at least a dozen people hiding from the rain of spears. They did not expect someone to jump from the sky. They probably did not expect to encounter such a crazy thing.
Although they were surprised, they quickly adjusted and charged towards Shao Xuan with their weapons.
Shao Xuan's back shot out like a bow. He swung his sword forward with the ferocity of the Yanjiao people. It was as if he was going to split the mountains and rivers.
His bold and fierce aura suppressed the surrounding people, and the surrounding people who were raising their swords paused slightly.
Clang!
The person who took Shao Xuan's sword head on lost his weapon and flew backwards.
Shao Xuan did not look at him. He charged into the crowd. In an instant, Shao Xuan's entire body seemed to have transformed into a storm, sweeping across the battlefield. His sword flashed like an electric current, and his kicks were like a gust of wind. He used both his hands and feet, and the sound of air being cut rang out. Every strike seemed to have the force of a thousand kilograms, and his power was like a hurricane. Every strike of his sword would cut down someone, and every kick would kick someone out of the battlefield. The sounds of metal against metal, metal against stone, fists and feet colliding with flesh rang out incessantly. Every sound was enough to shake one's soul.
Shao Xuan could not count how many people he had. He did not have the time. He could not be distracted. All his energy was focused on this battle.
Facing the torrential rain of swords, fists, and kicks, Shao Xuan was immersed in a subtle state. All of his senses were heightened, and he could even clearly feel the movements of the opponent's blade as it passed by him. He could feel the opponent's fierce eyes revealing what he was going to do next, and he could feel where the opponent's blade was going to cut him.
The more he fought, the more Shao Xuan felt like he was facing the sea wall again. It was just like when he led the tribesmen on the stone path in the sea. At that time, he mostly relied on the strength of his ancestors. But now, his ancestors could not help him much. He was fighting with his own strength.
Here, survival was like this. If you did not break through the obstacles in front of you, you would be suppressed.
Behind the peace, there was always blood and slaughter. This was the most primitive rule.
After being in the tribe for so many years, Shao Xuan had gradually integrated into this large group. He was one with Yanjiao. He wasn't alone. He had many companions behind him. He came to fight not only for himself, but also for the people who had been placed in the shelter. He also came for the glory of the Flaming Horn tribe that had passed away.
I'm from the Flaming Horn tribe.
I fight for the tribe!
The excited factor in his blood seemed to have been stimulated, rapidly increasing. In his mind, the totem flames were raging, and the totem patterns on his body were like growing vines, becoming denser. If one looked carefully, one could see that under the deep purplish black patterns, there were different shades of purplish red flowing.
The surrounding Wanshi warriors stared at Shao Xuan in shock. He was surrounded, but he did not seem weak at all. He had the courage to fight alone. Every strike was fierce and powerful. But this person was like a fish. He dodged the endless swords and punches without fear.
After Shao Xuan, other Yanjiao people arrived. They were sent over the wall in the same way as Shao Xuan and joined the battle.
The wall was high and could block a lot of trouble. But the Wanshi people probably did not expect the Yanjiao to throw people over.
The smell of blood and slaughter quickly spread. Blood dyed the dawn red, and the wind that blew by also carried a murderous aura that made people tremble.
The surrounding creatures all stayed away as if they were fleeing for their lives. They wanted to get out of this place.
When the Yanjiao attacked, the Wanshi leaders and leaders came out one after another.
Knowing that the Yanjiao would attack, Fu Ji was not surprised. But seeing the situation now, he could not help but feel angry. When he took over as leader, only the Wanshi people attacked others. They had never been attacked!
Bi Xiu, the leader of the Wan Shi Army, was standing on a high ground. He opened his eyes wide and looked around. He saw everything and his eyes flashed with a cold light. Then he roared, "Kill them!"
Before his voice faded, Fu Ji had already jumped down from the high ground. After a few leaps, he rushed toward the battlefield. The wind was like thunder, like the beating of war drums.
Behind Fu Ji, the others also joined the battle.
Two tribes, two different forces. Neither side backed down. Like two ocean currents, they crashed into each other, creating countless whirlpools. Even the wind was messed up.
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