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The No. 9 Light War Zone was one of the hundreds of light war zones. There were 10 Demon Barbarian Warriors in the tribe. Although there weren't many of them, they were very precious.
In the depths of the tribe, there was a giant pillar that was dozens of meters wide and thousands of meters tall. The pillar was bronze in color and seemed to be mottled by the passage of time. There were countless carvings on the giant pillar, and if one looked carefully, they seemed to be the reflection of hundreds of beasts. They were lifelike and carried with them boundless power.
This was the totem pole of the Demon Barbarian Tribe.
There seemed to be hundreds of beasts circling around the totem pole. The eyes of each beast were burning with blazing flames.
Suddenly, the flames in the eyes of one of the beasts were extinguished and the entire totem pole shook violently.
The sound of wind breaking could be heard as several extremely strong figures flew over. When they saw the extinguished flames on the head of one of the giant beasts, their expressions changed greatly. They were extremely shocked and furious.
This meant that one of the Demon Barbarian Warriors had died.
"What's going on?"
"Could it be a joint attack by the Yuan Demon Race?"
"It must be a plot by the Yuan Demon Race."
The No. 9 War Fortress of the Human Race was separated from them by a great distance. They knew that there were 10 Yuan Demons in the No. 9 War Fortress and had fought them before. Therefore, they were very clear about the strength of the other party.
It would be very difficult to kill a Demon Barbarian Warrior one-on-one with such combat strength, unless two of them joined forces.
Now that one of the Demon Barbarian Warriors had died, it meant that at least two Yuan Demons had joined forces.
The Demon Barbarian Tribe was good at fighting and innately strong. This was something that the Human Race couldn't compare to. If it weren't for some restrictions that prevented them from entering this void, the Human Race would have already been crippled.
Even so, they had still managed to occupy a Star System and more than half of the other two Star Systems.
Their reinforcements were limited and their military strength was insufficient. This was the limit of what the Demon Barbarian Tribe could do. In the light war zones, Warriors were the main force. Warriors were only auxiliary. Only the medium war zones were Warriors.
In the light war zones, the death of a Warrior was a great loss.
Anger!
Rage!
Before long, someone brought back the corpse of the Demon Barbarian Warrior.
They were shocked by the results of the examination.
The injuries on the body couldn't be faked.
Even though the Demonic Barbarian Hero's body had been cut by the saber energy, and the power of the saber energy was so strong that it shocked them, the real fatal injury was the sword wound.
Or rather, he had been killed by the sword with the help of the terrifying blade force.
After examination, the sword Qi left behind by the sword wound was only at the warrior level. After careful examination, it should be at the level of the 10-star level, not at the 11-star level.
The Demon Barbarian Warrior had been killed by the Human Race's Demon Barbarian Warriors.
. Demons........... of the Demon Barbarian Warriors.. if the Human Barbarian Barbarian Warriors were, they would be killed.......
The level of morale was often related to the outcome of a battle. In a situation where the difference in combat strength was not absolutely obvious, if the morale was high, it was possible to turn the tables and turn defeat into victory.
Upon further inspection, he found that many of the dead Demon Barbarian Warriors had the same residual Sword Qi on their sword wounds.
"This human's potential is shocking. We must kill him." The Barbarian Flood Dragon Warrior's eyes shone with a cold light.
. "We must kill him as soon as possible. Otherwise, there will be another North Dao Sky Wolf in the future."
The Barbarian Braves all looked solemn and full of fear at the mention of the Northern Celestial Wolf. The name of the Northern Celestial Wolf was like a nightmare to the Barbarian Race.
"Let's start the war." One of the Barbarian Tortoise warriors suddenly spoke up. His voice was low and hoarse, but it was filled with determination. "No matter what, we have to kill that human sword cultivator. Otherwise, another Northern Dao Sky Wolf might appear. No one wants to see that."
"Start the war."
"War!"
The remaining nine Demon Barbarian Warriors unanimously agreed.
War!
The Barbarian Flood Dragon Warrior took out a bronze spiral whistle and blew into it.
The whistle resounded through the world. It was like a thunderclap, like the roar of ancient times, or the roar of thousands of beasts.
Suddenly, it resounded through the world and shook the world.
In the northern district of the ninth battle zone, the whistle resounded through the world. All the Demon Barbarian Warriors in the northern district heard it. They were all stunned at first, then became excited.
"The Horn of Berserk War has been blown." A Demon Barbarian Warrior's face was filled with excitement.
"The war is about to start."
"I've been waiting for a long time."
"War, war, war!"
The Demon Barbarian Race was different from the Human Race. They were good at fighting. They had the concept of fighting since they were babies. As they grew stronger, they would fight all kinds of battles when they were young.
Although the small teams and the Human Race's hunting battles were good, it couldn't satisfy the Demon Barbarian Race's desire to fight. However, the Human Race wasn't weak. Once the war started, the Human Race would suffer heavy casualties, and so would the Demon Barbarian Race.
It wasn't surprising that they would lose 800 of their own.
But now, the war was finally about to start.
The horn was the Berserk War Horn of the Demon Barbarian Race. It wasn't used lightly. Once it was blown, it meant that the war was about to start.
The Berserk War Horn had a unique mystery. Once it was blown, all the Demon Barbarians in the battle zone would hear it, no matter how far away they were. On the contrary, other races couldn't hear it if they were far away.
Rather than calling it a sound, it was better to call it a strange fluctuation that belonged to the Demon Barbarian Race.
Assemble!
The Human Race teams in hiding suddenly discovered that the Demon Barbarian Race teams were retreating back to their tribes. They all looked hurried, as if something big was about to happen.
Chen Zong didn't know that his trip to the northern district would cause so much trouble that the Demon Barbarian Race would have no choice but to start a war in order to eliminate future troubles.
A storm was brewing!
In the southern district's battle fort, a group of Yuan Underworld Martialists suddenly felt uneasy for some reason, as if something bad was about to happen.
Chen Zong rushed out of the North District, crossed the barrier, and entered the South District. It was a peaceful journey, but for some reason, a heavy feeling lingered in his heart, as if a mountain was pressing down on him, almost suffocating him.
This feeling wasn't the same as the feeling of danger.
Puzzled, Chen Zong checked the battle merits in his battle token.
Coupled with the more than 1,000 battle merits he had previously obtained, as well as the continuous killing of the Demon Barbarian Warriors in the northern district and the final killing of the Demon Barbarian Warrior, his battle merits had exceeded 10,000.
It seemed that the speed at which he gained battle merits was very fast, and it was indeed so. In a short period of time, he had gained over ten thousand battle merits, which was very shocking. However, only Chen Zong himself knew how dangerous it was.
The slightest carelessness could have cost him his life.
In particular, he had been pursued by the Demon Barbarian Warrior at the end. If he hadn't possessed a secret treasure, he might not have been able to survive, let alone counterattack.
The Demon Barbarian Warrior's combat strength should have been at the two-star level, as Chen Zong had obtained 200 battle merits.
"10,000 battle merits. After returning to the battle fort, I will immediately exchange them for my realm clone at the Eternal Battle Fort," Chen Zong thought to himself as his eyes flickered.
This feeling came from the bottom of his heart. Chen Zong felt that the realm clone should be very useful to him.
His strength had completely recovered, and his mind power was slowly recovering as well.
Chen Zong continued to advance from the outermost ring of the southern district to the middle ring, and finally entered the inner ring.
In an instant, Chen Zong felt a terrifying aura pressing down on him from afar, as if it had locked onto him and wanted to suppress him.
When he looked back, he saw nine figures. Each of them was emitting an astonishing aura. When combined, it was very terrifying, as if an invisible sea was surging endlessly.
Among them, there were a few familiar faces that left a deep impression on Chen Zong.
One of them had a slight smile on his face. At first, he looked very sincere and easily gained the trust of others. However, in Chen Zong's eyes, he was like Xu Wei.
The other one had a domineering look on his face, as if he was the sole ruler of the world.
The Big Dipper Battle Team!
Seeing the Big Dipper Battle Team, Chen Zong's expression didn't change, but a trace of anger flashed in his heart.
He wouldn't forget that palm strike from back then.
Retracting his gaze, Chen Zong didn't say anything or do anything. Because even now, he had comprehended the Ten Intents of Heart, and he wasn't confident that he could defeat the other party.
The difference between a ten-star and an eleven-star was still very obvious.
However, the other party's cultivation had already reached the peak of the Ninth Transformation Dao Manipulation Realm, and there was no way for him to improve further. On the other hand, he was only at the Sixth Transformation Dao Manipulation Realm, and there was still a lot of room for improvement.
Chen Zong retracted his gaze and ignored the people of the Big Dipper Battle Team. However, there were still sounds of conversation.
"Is that the genius of the Heavenly Will Palace that you mentioned?"
"He doesn't look like much."
"Haha, the Heavenly Will Palace is very famous, but it doesn't necessarily mean that they are stronger than others."
All kinds of casual and mocking comments were constantly heard. Chen Zong didn't get angry, nor did he have any other reaction, because there was no need for it.
Whether the Heavenly Will Palace was strong or weak wasn't something that a few geniuses could judge. They admitted that the Heavenly Will Palace wouldn't become stronger, but they denied that it wouldn't become weaker either.
Therefore, no matter how they judged or belittled it, it wouldn't hurt the Heavenly Will Palace at all. Of course, as a disciple of the Heavenly Will Palace, he was somewhat displeased to hear these comments.
However, arguing was never Chen Zong's forte. In the future, when the battle was decided, they would know why the Heavenly Will Palace was the number one in the void.
Soon, Chen Zong entered the Battle Fort and returned to his room. He opened the exchange interface and made the exchange without hesitation.
Because Chen Zong had the Eternal Token of Heaven and Earth, he could use it as a medium to find his avatar of heaven and earth. This was also one of the identification methods of the Eternal Battle Fort.
After all, the Eternal Battle Fort had given out many tokens over the countless years. Many people had obtained the token's consciousness and energy avatars.
However, some of them had died.
Some of them had become disciples of other factions, and only some of them had truly become disciples of the Eternal Battle Fort.
Those who weren't disciples of the Eternal Battle Fort had left their avatars in the Eternal Battle Fort. If they wanted to obtain them, they would have to use other means.
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