288: Chapter 280 – Wiping Out the Residue of the Ghost Tribe!_1 288: Chapter 280 – Wiping Out the Residue of the Ghost Tribe!_1 “The Human Emperor unsheathes his sword and steadies Universe on horseback.
Brave warriors draw their bows to protect their bloodlines.
Faithful in life and death, the true spirits endure perpetually.
The heroic spirits rise again, enduring countless tribulations, indomitable…!”
“The Human Emperor unsheathes his sword and steadies Universe on horseback.
Brave warriors draw their bows to protect their bloodlines.
Faithful in life and death, the true spirits endure perpetually.
The heroic spirits rise again, enduring countless tribulations, indomitable…!”
At Loyalty Soul Mountain located in the Gu Yuan Tribe, the mountains were littered with ruined weapons – dull war sabers, cracked iron spears – while raging flas were lit at the foot of the mountain, the scent of sandalwood filling the air, the sound of sobbing echoing in the stillness.
On this bloody night of battle, hundreds of tribesn perished in the clash.
Now, their next of kin were burying their remains in the ancestral land.
They were accompanying their loved ones on their final journey.
In front of the low burial mounds, they burned as many sandalwood chips as possible.
There was a legend in the Great Wasteland that the world of Nine Nether needed sustenance.
By offering sufficient sandalwood, the heroic spirits wouldn’t have to endure daily wilderness battles, constantly living on the edge.
The tribe’s new appointnt, Xiao Chen, had already been established.
Despite mixed feelings among the tribe, the decision had been made.
Xiao Chen now controlled over eighty percent of the tribe’s strength and, as the tribe’s most formidable warrior, any resentnt was swallowed in silence.
Last night’s battle had inflicted severe damage on their tribal city.
Many houses were ruined, and the beast at hanging underneath the eaves, a sight common in every household, had all been devoured by myriad hateful ghosts.
The rebuilding had begun in the tribe, and after the tribal eting, two thousand Gu Yuan Tribe Soldiers whose losses were not grave, led by their respective Centurions, ventured into the Great Wasteland to hunt down the remnants of the Ghost Tribe that escaped the battle the night before, aiming to obliterate the imminent concealed risk and to protect the thirty-thousand-mile territory of the tribe.
The reason only two divisions of a thousand soldiers were dispatched was because of the burgeoning threats from foreign tribes in the Great Wasteland.
The prosperity of the whole tribe relied on the Tribe City, thus the safety of the whole tribe was the top concern, regardless of the difficulties of the battles in the foreign land.
As the Gu Yuan Tribe gradually regained vitality, the two divisions of a thousand warriors dispatched from the tribe to hunt down the remnants of the Ghost Tribe were already eradicating the leftover low-grade Ghost Tribe mbers, scaring the remnants into deeper parts of the Desolate Ancient Forest.
The profound sections of the Desolate Ancient Forest were more perilous and formidable than the prival forests, carpeted with thick fallen leaves hiding unfathomable swamps underneath that could swallow even the warriors at the Peak of Tempered-Bone Realm.
Palm-sized black wolf-headed spiders, as weighty as rocks and extrely poisonous, were present everywhere.
Each spider weighed about ten pounds, and the web it wove was tough as fine steel that could even cut a giant stone.
The yellow hornets were as large as grinding stones, their stings sharp like arrows, pulsing with a mysterious radiance, deadly within a range of thirty cubits.
In such a dangerous place, tribe people of Gu Yuan Tribe found it hard to enter the inner parts of the Desolate Ancient Forest even when they were hunting outside the tribe.
The calm, peaceful exterior of the forest was, in fact, a natural graveyard.
The remaining Ghost Tribe mbers, in their desperation to escape captive from Gu Yuan tribal soldiers, kept diving further into the forest.
“Centurion, the Ghost Tribe has escaped into the deep parts of the Desolate Ancient Forest.
We have encountered difficulties in the deep forest, and several of our comrades have been injured by poisonous hornets!”
After listening to a centurion’s report, Ding Shan’s face tightened, frowning.
This was already the third day of his mission leading his n to encircle and suppress the remnants of the Ghost Tribe.
Over the course of three days, they had dug deep into the depths of the Great Wasteland, killing hundreds of Ghost Tribesn, but the remaining less than five low-ranking Ghost Tribe mbers were cunning and kept diving further into the depths of the Desolate Ancient Forest.
The area was filled with swamps and ho to venomous scorpions and serpents – dozens of tribal soldiers had been injured over the past two days.
This was a hunting ground.
To so of his soldiers, this place was a death trap.
After only a short break, Ding Shan said, “Xiao Bangtu, take the soldiers out of the Desolate Ancient Forest and set up camp just outside.
I will personally go deeper into the forest.
We have already scattered the Ghost General’s spirits.
There’s no way these low-ranking Ghost Tribe remnants can escape!”
As his words fell, Ding Shan’s figure flickered and in a few flashes, he had disappeared into the ancient forest.
In a valley within the Desolate Ancient Forest, the scorching fierce sun struggled to pierce through the thick branches and leaves.
Even at noon, there was still so cold darkness.
Suddenly, a rustling sound erged from the distant forest.
After a brief mont, three figures appeared.
They were low-ranking ghost soldiers, one carried a huge blood axe.
The other two each wielded a large blood-colored blade.
Their expressions alert, scanning the wilderness on all sides.
Their black ghostly armor was heavily cracked, nearly broken beyond repair.
“Who would have thought that our great Ghost Tribe would capsize in the gutter this ti.
Not only were all our Ghost Generals killed, but our group of scattered ghost soldiers was also almost decimated by the Gu Yuan Tribe.
We even had to flee deep into this Desolate Ancient Forest!”
The ghost soldier carrying the blood axe spoke coldly, the grey ghost flas in his hollow eyes continuously flickering.
“The three of us managed to barely escape the pursuit of the human war soldiers.
Now, as scattered soldiers, we must align with a new force to survive in the heartland of the Great Wasteland Ancient Human Tribe!”
“In my opinion, considering our strength, although the region where the Wuyuan Tribe is located is fraught with dangers, it’s a pity that our Ghost Tribe has been operating a lair there for over a hundred years.
Now that all the Ghost Generals have died in battle, it’s better for us to join other scattered soldiers!”
“It’s easier said than done.
Our group of scattered soldiers was originally an alliance of various major races.
This ti, our Ghost General deliberately avoided other races in order for our Ghost Tribe to monopolize this small tribe.
He even swallowed the treasures given by the old man from the Wuyuan Tribe.
Now that our ghost tribe has been Defeated and retreated, we are almost completely wiped out.
If we go now, we will only be cannon fodder.
The Blood Clan is not easy to deal with either.
The sa calamity we brought upon them these years will now befall on us!”
The grey ghost flas in the eyes of the three ghost soldiers flickered ceaselessly.
Now that they were on their own, they need to join a new force to survive in the Great Wasteland.
“The only race that has a good relationship with our Ghost Tribe is the Evil Spirits Tribe.
Now that the Ghost General has died in battle, I assu that the gift from the old man of the Wuyuan Tribe is still untouched in the lair.
We can take this treasure as a token and seek refuge with the Evil Spirits Tribe.
Once our cultivation improves significantly, we will co back and wipe out the Gu Yuan Tribe for our fallen comrades!”.
“Good!
Let’s go and seek refuge with the Evil Spirits Tribe.
First, settle ourselves, and then seize the opportunity to unite scattered ghost soldiers within the Great Wasteland.
Only by surviving this Human World will we have the opportunity to exterminate the Gu Yuan Tribe!”
Having reached a decision, the branches and leaves in the ancient forest trembled.
A few breaths later, the three gray figures had disappeared.
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