Fang Ling appeared on the outskirts of the Chuan Clan tribe.
At this moment, the Chuan Clan tribe was shrouded by a massive formation.
These two major clans in the Miao Territory had been passed down for generations.
Their protective formations had been reinforced by countless powerful figures over the years, making their defenses incredibly formidable. Even a powerful being from the immortal realm would find it difficult to break through by force.
As the Chuan Clan’s elite forces were dispatched, they activated their protective formation, showing their meticulous planning.
However, Fang Ling did not turn and leave. For him, the formation was not difficult to break.
His right eye instantly turned red, and the Blood Eye was activated once again!
Using the power of the Blood Eye, he twisted the space and directly opened a gap in the formation.
The Blood Eye’s use was not limited to devouring others’ attacks; it was also an excellent choice for breaking formations.
However, he had to pay a price for this. The Blood Eye couldn’t bear the strain, and blood tears flowed uncontrollably for a long time.
Taking advantage of the gap in the formation, he immediately entered the territory of the Chuan Clan tribe.
As soon as he entered, he looked up towards the center of the tribe.
There, a giant tree towering a hundred feet high stood, lush and continuously emitting spiritual energy.
The Lan Clan tribe had the Creation Well, while the Chuan Clan tribe had this Heavenly Spirit Tree.
Both served similar purposes, providing an excellent cultivation environment for their respective tribes.
Otherwise, the two major tribes wouldn’t have been at a stalemate for so many years, unable to determine a victor.
“Let’s begin!” Fang Ling unconsciously twisted his neck, letting out a groan.
The population of the Chuan Clan tribe was similar to that of the Lan Clan tribe, with several billion people.
He spread his hands, fully releasing his toxins without any restraint.
In this state, he felt unprecedentedly relaxed.
In the past, to avoid accidentally harming others, he had always suppressed his poison skills.
Over the years, he had gradually gotten used to it, but now, suddenly relaxing, he felt an unprecedented sense of ease.
The toxins spread, and many of the Chuan Clan tribe members were poisoned to death before they could react.
“Unfortunately, the Chuan Clan tribe’s area is too large.”
“With my current spiritual power, I can’t sustain a Saramita Realm of this scale…”
Fang Ling muttered to himself. He couldn’t annihilate them all on this trip; he could only kill as many as possible.
He lifted the Blood Sword and immediately charged forward.
For a moment, the Chuan Clan tribe echoed with wails, the scene extremely brutal.
Chuan Ning never expected someone to infiltrate their protective formation. At this moment, there weren’t many witchcraft practitioners left in the Chuan Clan tribe.
Fang Ling was like a wolf among sheep, unstoppable, slaughtering his way through the entire Chuan Clan tribe.
On the Chuan Clan altar, a middle-aged man in the late Mizar Realm sat cross-legged.
He was Chuan Heng, the weakest elder left behind in the Chuan Clan tribe.
Although his combat power was the weakest, he had a special spell that could completely conceal his presence.
Therefore, Fang Ling had not noticed him while wreaking havoc in the Chuan Clan tribe.
After the incident, Chuan Heng first notified the high priest Chuan Ning, who was fighting in the Lan Clan tribe.
Then he began to prepare on the Witch God Altar.
It was clear he was in a hurry, his face flushed red, and sweat pouring down his forehead.
Fang Ling had been slaughtering for a long time, and countless tribe members had died. Every second of delay meant thousands more deaths.
Suddenly, he let out a long breath, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.
“Finally done!”
“Let me show you the might of the Chuan Clan!”
A fierce look flashed in his eyes, and then he merged with the ancient witch avatar that appeared on the altar.
In the distance, Fang Ling, who was slaughtering, suddenly looked towards the altar.
He had specifically checked the altar with his spiritual sense and found nothing unusual. Now, an ancient witch avatar had appeared out of thin air.
The aura emitted by this ancient witch avatar made him wary.
It was no longer just the Alkaid Realm, but still far from the level of immortal beings like Lan Yan and Chuan Ning.
“Probably at the Tribulation Crossing stage,” he thought.
At this moment, the ancient witch avatar glared at him with angry eyes.
“Scoundrel! How dare you cause trouble in my Chuan Clan tribe.”
“Today, you will learn what it means to wish for death rather than life, to regret endlessly!”
“Eternal Prison Curse!” The ancient witch avatar pointed at Fang Ling from afar.
“Karmic Rebound!” Fang Ling did not want to suffer from the witchcraft spell again and decisively used his immortal arts.
Whether it was a spell or a divine power, this immortal art could rebound it back to the caster.
At this moment, the Eternal Prison Curse rebounded with ten times the energy, and the ancient witch avatar instantly collapsed.
Chuan Heng, who had merged with the ancient witch avatar, died instantly.
The Eternal Prison Curse was terrifying, capable of directly pulling a person’s soul into the eighteen layers of hell for torment.
He suffered ten times the original pain due to Fang Ling’s Karmic Rebound, causing his soul to disintegrate.
After using the immortal art, Fang Ling’s aura instantly weakened.
Although the immortal art was powerful, it also consumed a lot of his energy.
Fortunately, this move solved the big problem once and for all.
The remaining enemies were just small fry. He lifted the Blood Sword and once again immersed himself in endless slaughter…
On the other side, above the Lan Clan tribe.
Chuan Ning and the Heavenly Dao Sect’s Grand Elder Wen Mu were jointly attacking Lan Yan.
Although Lan Yan was powerful, she was severely injured at this moment.
The three of them were in similar realms, but she was struggling to fight two opponents alone.
“No, Elder Wen, I need to return to the tribe immediately.”
“The elder left behind has sent a message that a fiend has broken into our tribe and is on a killing spree.”
“This person must be terrifying if he can break through our protective formation. The ones left behind may not be able to stop him; I must return immediately,” Chuan Ning transmitted to the Heavenly Dao Sect’s Grand Elder Wen Mu.
Wen Mu snorted coldly, “Foolish! If we don’t kill this woman now, she will be a future threat.”
“If the tribe members die, so be it. As long as you’re alive, I promise to give you an even greater Chuan Clan in the future.”
“Sorry, I must return. I’ll leave the rest to you, Elder Wen!” Chuan Ning didn’t believe his nonsense.
More importantly, the Chuan Clan tribe was his life’s work, and he couldn’t bear to abandon it.
Besides, the tribe held countless treasures, the accumulation of the Chuan Clan over a million years.
If those treasures were taken by the intruder, it would be a huge loss.
He immediately turned into a rainbow and disappeared into the sky.
Lan Yan was puzzled by Chuan Ning’s sudden departure.
But regardless, it was a good thing. Her eyes were determined, and a blue hexagram appeared on her forehead.
“Divine Awakening!” she shouted, and an even more terrifying soul power surged from her.
With Chuan Ning retreating, she had to quickly suppress Wen Mu and gain the upper hand.
……………………
On the other side, in the Chuan Clan tribe.
Chuan Ning floated in the air, staring blankly at the devastated tribe.
Everywhere he looked, there were white bones, an endless desolation.
He roughly estimated that the Chuan Clan members seemed to be all dead…
The Heavenly Spirit Tree at the center of the tribe had been uprooted, leaving only a huge pit.
The treasure vault beneath the altar had been dug three feet deep, and the Chuan Clan’s accumulation of a million years was all gone.
He searched everywhere and found some tribe members who had narrowly escaped.
These tribe members gathered together, numbering only in the millions.
From a tribe of several billion, only this many were left.
“Vile fiend! I, Chuan Ning, swear to grind your bones to dust!”
Chuan Ning’s eyes were bloodshot as he roared hysterically.
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