A black flag was standing in front of the small village gate.
The flag was woven from human skin and beast tendons, and tens of kinds of hideous poisonous bugs were painted on it with beast blood. Tens of streams of black smoke spurted out from the flag. Every single stream of smoke contained hundreds of thousands of different kinds of poisonous bugs, buzzing and screeching, surging towards Ji Hao like tidewater.
Ji Hao stood in front of the village gate, letting the black smoke hit on his body.
The armour made by Po released a faint and clear light. Within the black smoke, countless bugs were madly gnawing on Ji Hao's body, but couldn't even touch a hair of his. More poisonous bugs were madly spurting out venom, but the venom was pushed aside by the clear light as well, and couldn't touch Ji Hao's body at all.
On Ji Hao's skin, a layer of extremely dim, feather-shaped spell symbols was faintly visible. Occasionally, a stream of flame would spurt out from Ji Hao's body, burning a large number of poisonous bugs into a sizzling noise, falling from the air one after another.
Within a quarter of an hour, a two-foot thick pile of dead bugs had piled up around Ji Hao.
Inside the village, a few old Maguspriests with scrawny faces and dark-green skin screamed out. They abruptly pulled out their short black daggers and fiercely pierced into their own chests. The flag hung in front of the village gate was shaking intensely. Blood spurted out from the chests of those old Maguspriests and was absorbed by the flag.
An ear-piercing screech could be heard, along with which, a black mist rolled up from the streamer. Three enormous five-colored poisonous scorpions flew out from the streamer, swinging their tens of meters long tails and lunging towards Ji Hao's chest with their huge poisonous hooks.
The thin, almost weightless armour sparkled with a clear light, and the three scorpions' poisonous hooks fiercely bumped against the armour.
Followed by a thunderous bang, the three scorpions' poisonous hooks exploded into a puddle of meat paste. Venom and blood splashed all over the ground.
All of the elderly Maguspriests in the village fell to the ground like deflated balloons. They screamed and howled in despair. The banners that were hanging in front of the village were destroyed by an invisible power, exploded into clouds of black smoke and dissipated in the air.
A quarter of an hour later, people of the Gu Clan walked out of the village one after another. The few old Maguspriests standing in the front held the statues of the five poisonous beasts, which were carved out of jade, and carefully placed them under Ji Hao's feet.
The Gu Clan, one of the allied clans that had attacked Ji Hao, had been destroyed.
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Two days later, in front of the Ghost Tribe.
Over two hundred elite warriors of the Ghost Clan, who stayed behind to guard the Ghost Clan, roared out madly. Even the shortest one among them was over three meters tall, holding large machetes and heavy axes, madly hacking towards Ji Hao.
Ji Hao stood perfectly still, no matter how hard these Ghost Clan's warriors tried, they couldn't even move a little bit from Ji Hao's spot. On the contrary, Ji Hao pulled out the machete that he had seized from Black Water Jiao, slightly swung the machete, and chopped over ten Ghost Clan's warriors into two.
Suddenly, a deep roar was heard, followed by a miserable howl. A thirty-feet-tall, sturdy warrior was violently dragged out of the Ghost Clan by his neck, while blood was spurting out from his mouth.
This was the last remaining Senior Magus of the Ghost Clan, and also the last remaining courage of the Ghost Clan's warriors.
Stone and his three friends sneaked into the Ghost Clan from underground, and severely injured the Ghost Clan's Senior Magus. The Ghost Clan had completely collapsed.
Large groups of Ghost Clan's warriors walked out of the Ghost Clan, kneeled in front of Ji Hao in fear and despair, and let the Fire Crow Clan's warriors tie them up like rice dumplings with beast-tendons ropes.
...
The Demon Clan, the Cyan Ox Clan, the Wild Ox Clan, the Tusked Tiger Clan, the Raging Lion Clan...
The clans that had participated in the siege against Ji Hao were conquered violently one after another, and all the powerful warriors of these clans were sacrificed to the ancestors' souls of the Fire Crow Clan. They had no power to fight against Ji Hao's army, not to mention the fact that among Stone, Treeman and Heng Luo's companions, there were tens of Senior Maguspriests.
Millions of clansmen from tens of clans had been captured alive, randomly arranged into different positions, and turned into slaves of the Fire Crow Clan. They were then sent to corrals, forests, hunting grounds and mines to sell their lives to the Fire Crow Clan.
Ji Hao had been busy for over three months, and had finally swallowed all of the clansmen from tens of clans.
When the long rainy season of the Southern Wasteland jungle was about to arrive, Ji Hao had finally returned to the Cold Stream Valley with his army. After over three months of fighting and traveling, Ji Hao had grown a lot taller and stronger. Sitting on the back of his beast, he looked just like any other adult Fire Crow Clan's warriors.
Perhaps the biggest difference was that because of the [Mantra Dan with Nine Secret Words], Ji Hao's eyes were especially bright. Occasionally, when he glanced around, it was as if two bolts of lightning had struck across his eyes. Even the Fire Crow Clan's warriors, who were close to him, didn't dare to look directly into his eyes.
Another thing was that, along with the improvement of his power, Ji Hao's skin had become more and more translucent, like the finest jade. His skin had a pearl-like luster, and seemed to be filled with mercury. Even if he was standing in the middle of thousands of Fire Crow Clan's warriors, the others would still only see Ji Hao at first glance, and no one else would be able to take away his brilliance.
Qing Fu, who was standing on the fence wall of the Cold Stream Valley, saw Ji Hao from afar.
This was the first time that Ji Hao had been separated from Qing Fu for such a long time. Qing Fu raised her right hand high, grinned and yelled at Ji Hao: "Hao! You're back! I've made you the best barbecue meat! "
Ji Hao laughed out loud. A beam of fiery light flashed across behind him. He took a step forward, leaving a stream of fiery light and shreds of afterimages in the air. Within a few seconds, he had covered miles of distance, rushed to the fence wall, carried Qing Fu up, and spun her around for two circles.
"Amma, my uncle and I are back! Hm, we found quite a few rare herbs for you on the way, one of them is the 'Blood Swallow' that you've been talking about for years? My uncle's face was nearly ruined by a night owl in order to pick this treasure! "
Qing Fu exclaimed, and hurriedly looked at Qing Ying.
Seeing that Qing Ying's face was clean, without a single scar, Qing Fu laughed, gently patted Ji Hao's face and said: "Not bad, not bad. If my face was really ruined, how could I ever find a girl in the future? "
Qing Ying proudly puffed out his chest, laughed out loud and said: "Sister, I don't need to rely on my face to hook up with girls anymore. I'm the youngest Senior Magus in the history of the Qing Yi Clan. Girls will come to me in groups, won't they?"
While Qing Ying was talking and laughing, Ji Xia walked over with a large group of warriors. From a distance, Ji Xia laughed and said: "Hao, you're back! Hm, come here, from now on, these warriors will be your personal slaves. They're all your personal property, they'll have to rely on you to survive! "
Ji Hao was shocked.
Personal slaves?
Ji Hao fixed his eyes on the large group of warriors behind Ji Xia, and couldn't help but gasp in shock.
Were these people his personal slaves? Both the number and the power of these warriors shocked Ji Hao.
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