"People can be stupid, but there should be a limit." Standing on the chariot, Ji Hao looked down at those people from tens of nomadic clans and shook his head helplessly.
These nomadic clans didn't have a stable life, and neither did they have food and clothing. They also lacked a systematic magic system. Therefore, large clans could be counted as relatively strong ones if they had three to five senior-level warriors in their clans.
Among the tens of homeless clans, Ji Hao had searched for quite a while with his spirit power, but only found thirteen Magus Kings and around three-hundred Senior Magi. How dare they gather such a weak force and attack the flood-control army under Si Wen Ming's command?!
Among Si Wen Ming's flood-control army, thousands of Divine Magi, Magus Kings, and Senior Magi were as numerous as the clouds. The weaker Senior Magi could only serve in logistic camps. Even the weakest Cooks' Army Unit would be able to easily slaughter the motley crew of these nomadic tribes.
Ji Hao didn't even make a move. Instead, he gathered strands of essence sun fire on the chariot and burned the armors and weapons of these nomadic clans. Then, these nomadic clans cried and threw away their armors, giving up all their weapons.
Did these people come to die, or were they here to be funny?
"They're a bit weak, so weak that I don't even want to fight them!" Holding her pair of hammers, Man Man lazily yawned while looking at these nomadic clans' warriors, whose skins were burned red by the burning armors and weapons.
"Eh, are they hungry? Are they here for food?" Taisi suddenly woke up from his daze and curiously popped out his eyes, looking at these nomadic clans' warriors. He kindly shook his head, sighed and said, "It doesn't feel good to be hungry. We have a lot of fish that we didn't finish yesterday. Why don't we share some with them?"
Once Taisi finished his words, the bodies of tens of millions of homeless warriors twitched simultaneously. They raised their heads with twisted faces, and the only thirteen Magus-King-level leaders burst into hysterical howls in pain, reaching their hands to Ji Hao in a panic, calling for help.
Once they howled in pain, all nomadic clans' warriors fell to the ground, dead. Even the thirteen Magus Kings died right on the spot. Sticky black blood gushed out from their seven apertures like a fountain, and their bodies rapidly shriveled up and withered. The black blood, which contained traces of evil energy, gushed out from their seven apertures like a fountain.
In just a few breaths, all the nomadic clansmen had turned into a pool of sticky black poisonous blood.
Puffing noises could be heard without an end. The black blood exploded one after another, and streams of black blood splashed everywhere. Wherever the black blood touched, rocks and soil were melted. Sand and soil let out a shrill sizzling noise when they melted, and soon, tens of meters deep holes were left on the ground.
Ji Hao looked down at the hell-like blood-pool in shock. What a cruel way! If Ji Hao and his people didn't discover these homeless warriors who had been desperately rushing into the campsite of the flood-control army, how many people would have been killed by this poisonous blood explosion?
Following a muffled buzzing noise, the ten flying forts glowed with a dazzling light and flew towards the campsite, leaving long tails of light in the air. A destructive power was brewing inside the flying forts. Obviously, once these flying forts broke into the campsite of the flood-control army, a world-shaking explosion would happen.
Ji Hao gave a raging roar and let out the Pan Gu bell. Streams of Chaos power poured down and wrapped up the ten flying forts.
Countless metal puppets let out a dazzling fire as well, rushing to the campsite of the flood-control army. Their bodies were covered in black poisonous blood, which had been exploding ceaselessly. Once these metal puppets broke into the campsite, they would definitely cause a great loss.
Ji Hao cursed angrily. This kind of battle puppet, which was charging at them with all its might, was truly a headache.
The nine dragons chariot shone with a dazzling golden light. Fist-thick beams of fiery light were released from the chariot. Under the control of Ji Hao's strong spirit power, the beams of fiery light accurately penetrated the heads of these metal puppets and damaged their core control spell formation immediately.
One after another, metal puppets fell to the ground while emitting a terrifyingly high temperature. Some metal puppets even exploded violently, causing the ground to tremble slightly. Large amounts of black blood were sprayed in all directions by the explosive force.
The campsite of the flood-control army was completely startled. Numberless human warriors, who had been sleeping on the ground, leaped up. Following the shouts of countless commanders, these human warriors, who had been fighting at a high intensity in the past few years, formed battle formations within the span of a breath.
Fierce battle formations responded to each other from a distance away. Countless human warriors gripped their weapons, growling and waiting for any possible enemies.
Green, blue, and purple fires rose into the sky, lighting up the area hundreds of miles around the campsite like stars. Tens of thousands of winged dragons roared deeply and rose into the sky, angrily glancing around with their bloodshot eyes.
A deep voice echoed through the entire campsite. "Find the enemies and tear them apart!" growled the group of winged dragons.
Winged dragons roared resonantly, flapped their enormous wings, and tore apart the dark clouds in the sky. The sky was filled with sparkling stars. The tangible starlight poured down like a beautiful waterfall, illuminating the campsite.
Si Wen Ming heard the explosions outside the campsite, and the shrill howls of those homeless warriors before they died. He attempted to walk out of the tent and find out what was going on. But all of a sudden, he heard a series of screams and howls, while a dense shadow wrapped him up.
In the shadow, countless human souls with twisted faces and blood oozing out of their eyes, nostrils, and ears let out shrill howls. These were the souls of the tens of homeless people who were poisoned to death just now. They were turned into ghosts under the effect of a magic. Therefore, this was the moment when their powers were at their strongest.
The terrifying power released from tens of millions of dead souls had already turned tangible. Even with Si Wen Ming's great power, he was still suppressed by this power, and couldn't even breathe. Si Wen Ming felt like he was in a nightmare. He couldn't move at all, while streams of dreadful cold power ceaselessly drilled into his body, freezing his internal organs, and even his mind was frozen into ice cubes.
A Yu Clan man walked out of the dark mist step by step. He was wearing a long black robe. Half of his face was that of a handsome young man, while the other half was that of a skeleton. He gave Si Wen Ming a squeaky smile with the broken half of his face, then slowly pulled out a pitch-black dagger from his sleeve. The dagger was thickly covered in thorns, and shaped like a scorpion's tail.
"I am Fan Gui … Some people say that I'm too ugly, just like a ghost. In the name of the almighty Nether Moon, in order to pursue the eternal power of death, is appearance really that important? " Fan Gui laughed with a hissing voice. He trembled in excitement. Slowly, he put the dagger on Si Wen Ming's chest and said with a gentle voice, "You are the great hero of the flood-control mission. Hehe, I will certainly pull out your soul and make it into the most beautiful puppet!"
A raging sword buzz could be heard. The Xuanyuan sword, which Si Wen Ming put beside the magic sandbox, rose into the sky and released golden dragon-shaped streams of sword power, striking down to Fan Gui's head.
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