Legendary Clan Chief
Chapter 482 - 467: Ten Thousand Miles Dyed in Blood, Success of the Battle!_1

Chapter 482: Chapter 467: Ten Thousand Miles Dyed in Blood, Success of the Battle!_1

At this moment, Xiao Chen’s expression was cold and indifferent, akin to a god of slaughter. With one step, he bridged a distance of a hundred feet, making it impossible for the Turtle Mountain Ancestor to escape his attack range.

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

An invisible will descended, and a war spear, black as ink, materialized in the void. This killing intent seemed to have existed since ancient times.

The next moment, the black spear disappeared into the void, completely vanishing as if hiding itself in limitless space.

"Damn it!"

Feeling the increasingly dense wave of combat qi at his back, mingled with an endless killing intent covering his spirit, Turtle Mountain Ancestor was trapped. His soul, at this moment, even seemed a bit stagnant!

"What kind of divine power is this!"

The Turtle Mountain Ancestor cried out in fright, but his whole body was immobilized, seemingly bound in midair. The overwhelming will to kill made his soul world begin to collapse. In an instant, his eyes became chaotic!

Crack!

This spear destroyed everything in its path, even when the Turtle Mountain Ancestor, in his desperation, threw out his spiritual weapon. The bronze saber was split into two pieces.

The spear of slaughter pierced the body of the Turtle Mountain Ancestor. This spear, formed by the martial arts divine technique, was the embodiment of combat qi and the will to kill. It ripped apart both the body and soul of its victims, far more overbearing than ordinary martial arts divine techniques.

The Turtle Mountain Ancestor didn’t even have time to scream before his body exploded and his soul scattered into the void, never to reincarnate.

Clang!

The broken spiritual bronze war knife fell onto the earth, buried deep in the ground.

Whoosh, whoosh!

Xiao Chen picked up the pieces of the bronze saber. He furrowed his brows slightly. The bronze saber was a spiritual weapon used by powerful warriors of the Towering Realm. It was superior to top-tier war weapons, requiring specific spiritual materials and a great craftsman to forge.

The bronze saber in front of him was broken into two pieces, and the spirit was almost completely annihilated. Even if he wanted to reforge it, it would cost a significant price. However, the material used to cast this saber was a rare spirit material, so Xiao Chen decided to collect it.

Beneath Black Radiance Mountain, a bloody battlefield.

Killings involving hundreds of thousands of people couldn’t determine a victor in a short time.

This time, the alliance of the Gu Yuan Tribe and the Turtle Mountain Tribe resulted in a bloody battle in the Great Wasteland. The Gu Yuan side had more than eight hundred centurions at the Blood Refining Realm.

The Turtle Mountain alliance consisted of nearly five hundred centurions at the Blood Refining Realm. Not to mention the Gu Yuan Tribe also possessed Shi Ya and Xue Sha, two massive Tower Realm Wu experts. Under their pursuit, the warriors of the Turtle Mountain alliance at the Blood Refining Realm found it tough to escape death!

However, when hundreds of thousands of battles erupted, the situation quickly turned chaotic. Even with Ao Kui’s decapitation, amidst the frenzy of a hundred-thousand-warrior battlefield, it was like a splash in the ocean, creating no significant unsettling waves!

At this moment in the battlefield, under the lead of Shi Ya, tens of thousands of people converged into a sharp knife. They rushed into the defensive area of the Turtle Mountain Tribe, breaking their formation apart. Any group of War Masters from the Turtle Mountain Tribe was scattered and then encircled and beheaded by the Gu Yuan Tribe’s War Masters following closely behind!

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The Gu Yuan Tribe’s War Masters seemingly gained more courage as they fought, scoring continuous victories. The War Masters of the Turtle Mountain Tribe were hastily defending and continuously retreating. Their morale had greatly plummeted because most of their Centurions were beheaded, and the remaining warriors had no power to form an effective defense.

Such a situation was continuously deteriorating. A large number of War Masters were beheaded, countless soldiers were scattered, and everyone was fighting their own battles, being cut down one by one.

In the surge of this pressure, the Turtle Mountain Tribe had previously conscripted a vast number of older and younger warriors into their War Masters. With the continuous long hours of bloody battle, especially those with rich combat experience became weak and aged, making it hard to support the elders in battle. However, younger warriors were also finding it hard to keep up.

However, amidst the intense bloody battle of life and death of hundreds of thousands of people, there should be no surprises. Ultimately, some of the Turtle Mountain Tribe’s soldiers couldn’t take it any longer, and they fled in all directions.

An embankment of a thousand li may collapse because of an ant’s nest, why not to mention the defense formed by hundreds of thousands of people. Once the first soldier flees, it would be like an exploding pot on the bloody battlefield!

"Our tribal chief has been killed in battle, run away!"

After hours of killings, this piece of land, only a hundred miles in radius, was dyed red with blood.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Don’t let them escape!"

Finally, after a large number of War Soldiers fled, the remaining Blood Refining Realm Warriors could not stop them. Even though they killed the leading fleeing War Soldiers, it was of no use since there were too many defeated soldiers. Almost the whole battalion fell into panic, and everyone wanted to escape.

Like a mountain collapsing before the defeat, they had no choice but to be swept along in this disorder, and escape to the Desolate Mountain Forest hundreds of miles away.

The two hundred thousand soldiers who had been through hours of bloody battle eventually couldn’t hold out, and suffered a complete and thorough defeat!

"Kill!"

The Gu Yuan Tribe and their allies, who were right behind them, drove straight in and chased after the fleeing Turtle Mountain Tribes.

The big battle involving hundreds of thousands of people finally ended with the defeat of the Turtle Mountain and other Tribal War Masters, but the killing continued. The vassal tribes under the Gu Yuan Battle Division had turned into tigers and wolves, charging into the Desolate Ancient Forest and causing a bloodbath along the way.

Boom, boom, boom!

The next moment, in this bloody battle, the silent Ten Thousand War Masters finally made their move. Led by Ding Shan, they bypassed the bloody battlefield strewn with flying flesh and blood, and headed towards the central region of Dragon Fall Territory, aiming for the mountain city of the Turtle Mountain Battle Division.

Stored there were all the resources that these war tribes had built up, which were precisely the reason why they, the Ten Thousand War Masters, did not join the battlefield during this bloody battle. This time, the Gu Yuan Battle Division would not return empty-handed. They destroyed all the tribes they had passed and bestowed those areas on their allied tribes, simply because the Gu Yuan Tribe saw no value in the defeated tribes.

They went on a rampage and caused a bloodbath as they moved. The two powerful warriors of the Towering Realm were like a nightmare for many War Soldiers of the Turtle Mountain Tribe and other tribes. These soldiers saw this as a force capable of wiping out their tribes, and they felt desperate. Even the strong Turtle Mountain Tribe Chief had been killed. Now with the defeat of the War Masters, the extinction of their tribe was only a matter of time.

A bloody confusion made countless soldiers go mad. Their sensory nerves became more fragile, and their sabers became bloodied. It seemed that only killing could put an end to the insanity raging in their hearts.

Below Black Radiance Mountain.

The fierce battle had soaked the earth in blood. Everywhere you could see broken limbs and ruins, spread across hundreds miles of the Great Wasteland. The endless wails of dying soldiers echoed in the air.

Their two Ten Thousand War Masters did not join the vassal tribes to hunt the remaining defeated soldiers. Instead, they started gathering the corpses on the battlefield, both from their own tribe and from the Turtle Mountain Battle Division.

Of course, the corpses of their own tribesmen were separately laid to rest. As for the soldiers from the vassal tribes, they needed to come and identify their own dead.

One day later, with only dozens of Blood Refining Realm Warriors left to lead them, the surviving War Masters of the Turtle Mountain Tribe retreated for tens of thousands of miles. They arrived at the extremely desolate eastern region of the Dragon Fall Territory. Along the way, bodies were scattered everywhere, staining the earth with blood.

In the chaotic retreat, of the two hundred thousand War Masters, only less than eighty thousand managed to escape from Black Radiance Mountain. They broke up into dozens of smaller groups and fled in all directions, entering the Desolate Mountain Forest where bodies piled up like mountains. They abandoned corpses in the wilderness, and it was impossible to know how many ended up in the bellies of savage beasts. By the time they reached the depths of the Great Wasteland, there were fewer than ten thousand left.

The tribal War Masters of the Gu Yuan Tribe and its vassal tribes had also lost more than half their numbers. Take for example the two Ten Thousand War Masters deployed by the Gu Yuan Tribe for battle. In the large-scale melee involving hundreds of thousands of people, their individual martial power was simply insufficient to sustain such intense fighting. Despite having numerous centurions and decurions to maintain the formation, they still lost more than a third of their numbers.

Turtle Mountain Battle Division.

The Turtle Mountain Battle Division, which once dominated the entire Dragon Fall Territory, was now in ruins. Only some elderly, weak women and children were left in the city, grieving. They were crawling on the ground, living in constant fear and anxiety, seemingly waiting for their unknown fate.

Ding Shan led the Ten Thousand War Masters to guard the whole Turtle Mountain Tribe. All the remaining resources of the tribe were piled up in the city center.

Outside the mountain city, there were many War Soldiers from the vassal tribes. They were bloodthirsty soldiers who wanted to invade the Turtle Mountain Division and plunder it, but were killed by the Gu Yuan Tribe’s War Soldiers.

However, this fear of death did not deter these soldiers. There were still some from their allied tribes who managed to reach here, wanting to break into the Turtle Mountain Tribe territory, but they were stopped when Ding Shan himself took action. He killed two Blood Refining Realm Warriors who incited trouble, and thus suppressed the undercurrent.

"Tribe Chief, there are not many War Masters left in the mountain city, most of them are the elderly, weak women and children. The strong and vigorous were forcibly conscripted into the War Masters and fought against our Gu Yuan Battle Division!"

At this moment, Xiao Chen appeared in the mountain city of the Turtle Mountain Battle Division, looking at the piles of resources in front of him. These included martial arts classics, casting ores, beast bones, treasured blood, exotic fruits, spirit and treasure medicines, weapons and armor, elemental crystal ores, which were so numerous that they dazzled the eyes.

The Turtle Mountain Tribe and other tribes were among the most powerful War Divisions in the Dragon Fall Territory. Even though they had exhausted most of their resources this time to form a War Master Division, their tribal resources were still not to be underestimated. The massive resources in front of him were enough to make up for the losses of the Gu Yuan Battle Division and even further its development!

Waving his hand, he collected all the resources into the Cave Heaven Space, then said to Ding Shan, "Thoroughly investigate these elderly, weak women and children. Identify the ones from the higher ranks of the Turtle Mountain Tribe and other tribes, and escort the ordinary women under thirty back to our tribe!"

Ding Shan was not surprised by Xiao Chen’s collection of resources. It was not a secret in the tribe that Xiao Chen had a storage space. He bowed and obeyed the order.

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