In the middle of the clash, the people who were fleeing desperately shouted that they were from the Morning Star Clan, believing that would be enough to intimidate their opponents into not killing them. For a brief mont, the beasts hesitated. However, Darian attacked with everything he had, not even sparing them a second glance.
Clearly, he had no intention of letting anyone leave alive. Seeing that, the beasts attacked as well. If there were no survivors, there would be no reason for that sect to suffer any retaliation later.
A few hours later, everyone who had tried to escape was dead.
"Sir, you arrived just in ti. Otherwise, all of us would have died here."
The leader of that group bowed deeply to Darian, his eyes filled with gratitude.
The people of the Morning Star Clan were extrely ruthless and, without saying a single word, would start killing right away. They didn't initially ntion handing over treasures. It was as if they were only interested in killing, as if that were their primary desire. Only after having a bit of fun did they start demanding things.
The sect mbers were sowhat naive, but that leader was not. He was certain that even if they handed everything over, those humans would still kill them. If Darian hadn't arrived, they wouldn't have lasted long and would have been completely wiped out.
Darian shook his head. "It's not that the other side is powerful; it's that you're very weak. Honestly, you're so weak it makes want to curse you. How did your sect think it was a good idea to only fight and train against Nether Beasts? Have you never faced people who actually use their brains?"
Those disciples lowered their heads in sha. Even though they were in the sa cultivation realm, they were far weaker than their opponents.
"Sir, what should we do now?" their leader asked, his face completely red.
Darian thought for a mont. "You have two options. You can retreat and look for treasures in the outer region. Your chances of finding anything are low, but you'll also be less likely to run into enemies. The second option is to join forces with other smaller sects. With more people, you can advance more slowly. The advantage is that it'll be safer, but efficiency will drop. On top of that, you'll have to split resources among more people. The choice is yours."
The leader thought carefully. "The chances of finding treasures in the outer region are extrely low. Missing this opportunity is sothing we'd regret for the rest of our lives. I chose the second option. We'll join forces with other sects before going deeper."
"Rember this: if you run into people from the other four great clans or the Primordial Empire, as long as you can defeat them, make sure you kill them. You're the tenth group I've saved already. I've seen mbers of all five powers, and their attitude toward the weak isn't stealing treasures; it's killing. Don't show any rcy," Darian insisted.
At first, Darian had only planned to help if he had ti and happened to be nearby. But once he realized that all the powerful factions were truly acting like villains without any rcy, he felt intense anger and began moving much more actively.
These people felt no sha in stealing and killing. All of them had been corrupted by greed, and it was no coincidence that they had allied with the Nether Beasts to destroy the forr number one clan of the universe.
After parting ways, Awel sent a ssage to Darian. With her help, Darian could move toward conflicts and arrive in ti to at least save so people, then wipe out all the attackers.
Darian jumped onto the flying beast he had tad. No one dared to fly in that place, fearing the wild flow of void power, which could kill them.
However, there were so unintelligent beasts that lived in that environnt. They were rare and hard to find, but they survived there because they could easily sense the void's power. Darian took advantage of them to fly quickly, without spending energy or needing to stay constantly alert.
...
One hour later.
"Sir Darian!" An excited female voice echoed out.
Darian saw Herta, Hart, and a large group with hundreds of Wood Spirits standing ahead.
As he approached, Hart explained, "Sir, we've noticed the presence of powerful figures from the Scarlet Cloud Clan. They seem to be carrying out so major operation. We're afraid we won't be able to handle it on our own."
Darian nodded. Awel had also seen mbers of that clan sneaking around the region. She noticed this allied group and warned Darian.
Herta added, "A short distance from here, there's a mountain valley covered in mist. It's impossible to see what's going on inside, but by the ti we noticed, the Scarlet Cloud Clan had already arrived. That group stayed for a while, and then two more groups showed up. One of them included the clan's vice-master. They clearly received a ssage telling them to go there. I feel like there must be sothing important in that place."
Darian nodded again. On the map he had received from Alaric, that region was marked. It was said that so kind of treasure existed there because thousands of years ago, soone from that family had, by chance, sensed a faint but powerful aura that quickly disappeared. Even so, after many generations of searching, nothing had ever been found.
"Great. They found the place for . Let's take a look."
Darian spoke lightly. He didn't like wasting ti searching when it wasn't necessary. Stealing treasures, on the other hand, was far more efficient, and sothing he was particularly good at.
Darian led them into the valley. As they got closer, he raised his hand, signaling everyone to stop.
Then Darian called the archers over. He pointed toward more than ten figures from the clan who were secretly patrolling the area.
Everyone focused on where he was pointing and felt a chill when they realized those people were there using only their senses. If Darian hadn't warned them, they would never have noticed their presence.
The archers understood imdiately. They drew their bows and took aim.
More than ten soft sounds rang out. Instantly, arrows blood from the heads of the half-beasts from that clan. Without making a sound, they collapsed lifelessly to the ground.
"Not bad. Your curved arrows are starting to get the right feel," Darian said with a slight smile, nodding in approval.
After Sylvanos handed over the entire inheritance to Darian, he finally freed his entire race from their shackles. Everyone had always thought that race was weak and could only survive by cultivating herbs and selling them, but in reality…
Sylvanos had been hiding a secret technique, known only to him and a few carefully chosen mbers of the race. He passed it on to everyone. In a short ti, the power that had once been considered diocre multiplied several tis over.
They progressed so fast that they could already attack by tearing through the Void and Space. An arrow like that could easily kill people. It was extrely hard to detect. By the ti the enemy reacted, they were already hit.
The archers were thrilled by Darian's praise. They had never been valued by anyone and used to live in the city, almost hidden away in the mountains. Now, thanks to Darian, they felt like they finally had control over their own lives.
After eliminating the scouts, they pushed deeper into the mist.
Darian's senses were sharp, and they soon encountered another wave of exposed scouts, as well as two waves of hidden ones. Darian himself didn't intervene, letting the archers handle everything.
The archers showed incredible skill. Their silent arrows seed to hunt down the enemies' souls. Within the fog, the people of that clan didn't even know how they died.
They advanced through the mist for about two hours until it slowly began to thin.
At that mont, they started feeling the ground tremble from ti to ti.
"They're underground," Darian whispered, pointing toward a small mountain that seed completely unremarkable.
Awel had already been watching that spot for so ti and knew the entrance was there.
As they approached, Darian waved his hand, and space rippled. An entrance appeared.
Inside the cave, there was another group with more than two hundred figures from the Scarlet Cloud Clan. They clearly weren't expecting anyone to arrive there, and Darian managed to open the entrance and pass through with everyone completely concealed.
It was the entrance to a cave hundreds of ters wide. They could hear loud crashes coming from inside, as if people were fighting.
"We need to hurry, or the treasure will be taken by others first," Herta said, nervous yet excited. Killing malicious people to take their treasures was a new feeling for her, since it was the first ti she'd done it.
"No need. Even if they get the treasure, we can just take it from them. Our goal isn't stealing treasures, it's killing people." Darian smiled in a slightly sinister way and led them into the cave.
They didn't find any sentinels. After a few minutes, they saw a gigantic open space. Then, a terrifying bestial roar shook their ears.
In that sa second, Darian felt the hearts of all the Wood Spirits pounding like drums. Their expressions froze, as if they couldn't believe what they were seeing.
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