The interior of the rock cave was completely different from the scorching heat of the outside world. From time to time, a cold wind would blow from within the cave, causing Fenghao's group to involuntarily become alert. Everyone seemed to have held their breath and did not emit any sound as they walked. It was as if they were afraid that they would be discovered by the tower spirit inside.
If they caused an uproar and over a hundred tower spirits charged over, they could only flee. But if they caused a commotion here, they would definitely be discovered by others. At that time, it would be impossible to devour them all.
After walking for roughly two thousand meters in the cave, there was a turn and a spacious area appeared before Feng Hao's eyes …
The inside of the cave seemed to have been hollowed out, forming a natural square. In this spacious square, there were some moss and unknown grass growing. There was even a small river flowing across it, adding a kind of refreshing atmosphere to the place.
It was no wonder that a tower spirit could be born in this desert. The spiritual aura here far surpassed that of a primordial forest.
In this spacious plaza, Fenghao also saw a group of Tower Spirits. They slowly crawled on the ground, leaving behind many deep footprints. There were even large holes in the surrounding walls, and some of the Tower Spirits resided in those holes.
With a sweep, Feng Hao estimated that there were over a hundred tower spirits in the plaza.
Moreover, there were more and more of them.
On a stone platform dripping with stone milk, there was a bull-sized tower spirit. Not only was it huge, but the shell on its body was also even brighter. Furthermore, there was a faint layer of light flickering on it, giving off an indestructible visual impact.
Evidently, this was the mid-grade tower spirit.
The pair of whip-like feelers emitted a terrifying whistling sound as they gently waved. The surrounding tower spirits looked at it in fear, as if they were worshiping a king.
"Listen, I'll lure the Tower Spirits into the cave one by one. Then, we'll have to deal with them as quickly as possible. Also, try not to make too much noise. Otherwise, we might attract more Tower Spirits."
Xiao Lihe cautiously said to everyone, before adding, "If there are too many, then retreat from the cave and think of a way. Don't fight to the death."
His words seemed to be a reminder to Feng Hao. After all, Feng Hao was a newcomer to the Hundred Clan Tower, so there were many things he didn't know.
Although the tower spirit's spiritual core was precious, life was even more so. It could only be used once, and could not be repeated. As long as he was alive, everything was possible.
Although the passageway of the cave wasn't small, it was already difficult for three people to move around side by side. Fenghao, on the other hand, was actually squeezed to the back of the group. The mission that he was assigned was to pay attention to not attract the attention of others because of the noise here.
Feng Hao rubbed the bridge of his nose, but he didn't object. He stood there happily, watching how they attacked the tower spirits' weaknesses.
It didn't seem to be Xiao Lihe's first time luring tower spirits like this. He didn't use his fingers to attack the tower spirits, but instead picked up a stone from the ground and hit it on the head of the tower spirit closest to him. Immediately, the tower spirit raised its head, and its dark eyes glanced over. After seeing it for a moment, it didn't hesitate at all, and with a push of its six legs, it quickly rushed into the tunnel …
What awaited it was naturally death. King Meng Shan's iron fist had smashed its head into pieces.
This strength was not ordinary. Xiao Lihe probably wasn't lying when he said that he could tear a low-grade tower spirit apart.
"As expected of someone from the Wu Meng Tribe. But it's a pity that there are too few of them, even fewer than the Gui Yuan Tribe …"
When Elder Fen mentioned the Wu Meng Tribe in his mind, he was full of emotions. "In the ancient battlefield, the Wu Meng Tribe is undoubtedly a meat grinder."
"An ancient tribe that has existed since the Primordial Era?"
Feng Hao was shocked. He clicked his tongue and asked, "Master, what about the Fusing Heaven Tribe?"
"The Fusing Heaven Tribe is similar to the Wu Meng Tribe. Because of their small population, they've been friendly for generations. Their battle prowess isn't any weaker than the Wu Meng Tribe."
Elder Fen explained to him in detail.
"I see."
Feng Hao nodded. It was difficult for different races to get along, but the fact that the four of them could form a team meant that they trusted each other very much.
"Master, why are there so many small races?"
Feng Hao was slightly confused. There were hundreds of races in the Ninth City, so wouldn't there be over a thousand races in the ten cities?
"There used to be countless races in the world, and they all had different abilities. However, in the Primordial Era, some powerful races slowly devoured the smaller races, which caused the number of races to decrease … However, after that period of time, some races and tribes became powerful and broke away from their original races to become new races. Until now, there are over a thousand and three hundred races in the Hundred Race Continent."
"There are actually so many races …"
While Fenghao watched them kill the Tower Spirit, he was pondering in his mind. "Doesn't that mean that when some races become stronger, they can swallow up the smaller races?"
"That's right."
Elder Fen nodded affirmatively and explained, "Actually, many of the living and friendly races that are hostile to the human race were originally split from the human race … If a race wants to become strong, it's impossible to rely on itself. However, if you want them to submit to you, you must have a certain level of strength."
"Yes."
Feng Hao seemed to have understood something, and he had a plan in mind.
Due to their lack of talent, the human race was generally weaker than the other races. However, if these races were to be gathered together and merged into one race, what kind of scene would that be?
On the other hand, Xiao Lihe and the others cooperated very well. Apart from Li Kai being a little out of practice, there were no problems.
During the process of observation, Feng Hao also understood why Xiao Lihe would attack the Pagoda Spirit with stones. Because there were no energy waves, there would only be two or three Pagoda Spirits accompanying them. This was not much of a problem for this powerful team. Moreover, they had already killed over twenty Pagoda Spirits, and Feng Hao did not even have the chance to attack.
He was about to attack, but after glancing at the dozen Pagoda Spirits around the mid-grade Pagoda Spirit, he calmed down.
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