Du Feng was still searching in the forest, but he couldn't find any living people. It seemed that there were only about 100 human warriors left on the island. So he quietly followed the team and slowly approached the center of the island.
"Reporting, reporting, my lord. Those humans are all coming this way. "
At the same time, the river demons had received the news. For some reason, the humans had figured out the pattern of the forest's changes and were coming to the village.
"Impossible. No one has ever been able to crack this natural array. Besides, we have an agreement with the humans. Warriors above the Golden Celestial Stage are not allowed to come here. "
The leader of the river demon village was still in disbelief. Human warriors had never been able to crack the array. How could they gather together and come here this time? It must be a coincidence.
"My lord, don't forget that these trees were planted by human ancestors."
The river demon was right. Although the trees on the island grew naturally, why did they grow into an array? But why did they grow into a formation? Was it because someone had purposely planted them in certain designated locations? The person who had planted the trees on the island was the one who had arranged these places.
The so-called natural array was only relative to the people of today. If one were to trace back to the past, one would find that this formation came from the wisdom of mankind.
It was like some Secret Land or Small World, where there were many natural treasures that had existed for tens of thousands of years waiting for people to pick up. But in the end, that Small World was created by the human ancestors. The situation on this island was the same. It was not surprising that human warriors found the pattern.
"Then what are we waiting for? Get ready to fight."
The river demon leader slapped his thigh and shouted anxiously. Because the river demons on the island were only at level 17, which was the same as the Golden Celestial Cultivation of human warriors. He himself happened to be at the peak of level 17, which was the peak of level 9 of the Golden Celestial Stage.
Human beings had always had many cruel tricks up their sleeves. If they really had a head-on confrontation, they were not sure that they could win. They had to use the village's defense system to keep the human warriors out first.
These river demons were the descendants of the previous generation of river demons, not the first generation of river demons that had just turned into human beings. So their appearance was very similar to that of human beings. They were also similar to human beings in their fear of death. If it was a river monster or a water monster that didn't possess a human form, it would have rushed forward excitedly upon encountering a human.
In this way, more than a thousand River Demons were forced to cower in fear by a hundred or so martial artists. Ballistae, venom, and beast-catching nets were set up around the village. Furthermore, there were also guards stationed in all directions.
Of course, this also had its benefits. It could reduce the casualties of their comrades. After all, there would always be new human warriors coming to the island, and they, the River Demons, could only leave after breaking through to the Golden Immortal of the Great All-Embracing Heaven. Therefore, they had to preserve their strength as much as possible by killing the humans and robbing them of their Storage Rings. There were some good things in them that could improve their Cultivation.
"Everyone, be careful. Follow the original plan!"
Following the directions on the map, more than a hundred human martial artists finally arrived near the River Demon Village. They observed the waterfall from a distance. It turned out that the waterfall was surrounded by a fence in the village. It was this waterfall that caused their plan to fail. The water inside was definitely not ordinary.
Everyone did not rush in blindly. Instead, they spread out according to their previous team formation. He slowly made his way into the village from different directions.
"Whoosh …"
Suddenly, a black shadow flashed. A martial artist had no time to dodge and felt a pain in his left arrowhead. He was shot by a crossbow arrow.
"Oh no, they have ballistae."
Ordinary crossbow arrows did not have such speed and power. The man was hit by an arrow and immediately reacted. He hurriedly rolled on the spot and cut the crossbow arrow in half at the same time. Then, he slapped the other half away. He checked the wound and found that it had begun to fester.
It was too abominable. These River Demons even smeared poison on the crossbow arrows. This martial artist was ruthless enough to himself. He knew that there was no time to waste. The longer he delayed, the worse the situation would be. He decided to chop off his left arm from the shoulder. Then, he took out a bottle of white powder and poured it all on the wound.
Although the white powder could not quickly regrow a complete arm, it could quickly seal the wound and stop the bleeding. In this way, the impact on combat effectiveness would be relatively small.
"Formation, raise the shield!"
There were a few teams that were well-trained. Although they already had old injuries, they had a tacit understanding of each other after the previous training. They immediately got into a defensive formation and surrounded their teammates with their rectangular shields, protecting them like an iron bucket.
"Crackle …"
The crossbow arrows hit the shields like hailstones, making a dense sound of impact, but no one was hurt.
The martial artists who did not cooperate well enough were unlucky. Some of them were shot in the arm, some in the leg, and some were even more unlucky. They were shot in the chest or the important organs of the abdomen. The crossbow arrows were smeared with poison. Once they were shot, they had to be quickly cut off.
Cutting off an arm or a leg was not a big deal. But if their heart, spleen, or liver were forcibly dug out, they would die from the pain.
Of course, there were some martial artists who were very strong. He brandished the swords and sabers in his hands and blocked the poison-coated crossbow bolts. There was even a middle-aged martial artist who stood there motionless like a pagoda with his eyes wide open.
The crossbow arrows made clanking sounds when they landed on his body, but they could not even penetrate his skin.
Tsk tsk tsk … interesting, there was actually someone who used the Pagoda Technique. This Pagoda Technique was actually similar to the Golden Scale Protection Art. It was a cultivation technique that increased one's defense. But the difference was that when the Pagoda Technique was activated, one could not move. It was equivalent to standing there, allowing others to attack at will.
Du Feng would not practice this kind of stupid cultivation technique. Most martial artists would not choose to practice it. He did not expect to meet someone who practiced the Pagoda Technique here, and at a high level. Judging from his defense, he had at least been practicing it for dozens of years.
To persevere in such a stupid cultivation technique for dozens of years, he could be considered a talent. But if he just stood there like a fool, was he not afraid that all the crossbow arrows would be aimed at him? If that was the case, no matter how strong his defense was, he would not be able to withstand it.
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