I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself-Chapter 130 - 68: The Vast Ocean of Human Race Warfare

"That's right, it looks like your Qi Strength has increased quite a bit."

Huo Kui looked at the people present and patted Huo Mo's shoulder.

He increasingly felt that Shen Can's method was effective, truly tempered people.

In just half a year, Huo Mo, who wasn't very prominent in the clan, turned his team of thirty into over a hundred.

"Hey, lately the Xiaoyang clan elders have been chasing us down. While running, our Qi Strength increased."

Huo Kui nodded, "Whatever you lack, I'll supply it for you with what I have."

"Arrows, weapons."

"No problem," Huo Kui nodded, took a Snake Pattern Storage Bag from his waist, and released a large number of arrows and hammers.

Huo Mo grabbed a hammer and looked at it, "The hammer quality in the clan is much better than last time."

Upon hearing this, Huo Tuan, who came along, couldn't help but smile, "Senior brother has been forging hammers every day this past half year, producing tens of thousands. If there's no improvement, the master would kick his butt."

"This time, the hammers have some special ores added. Their strength has doubled, including the Armor-Piercing Arrows."

Huo Mo nodded and said, "I'll have people bring over the Xiaoyang corpses that were hunted."

"No need, I'm not leaving this time."

Huo Tuan spoke, "Master improved the Witch Array, creating a Little Witch Array. Previously, always sending back Xiaoyang corpses was too troublesome. From today, I'll be staying here."

"You are the witch of our tribe."

Huo Mo spoke, causing a change in the expressions of the martial artists behind him.

"What's wrong with being a witch?"

Huo Tuan spoke, "Master said the Xiaoyang are invading, slaughtering our race everywhere. It's the time for witch cultivators to act.

When the time comes, I need Brother Huo to send me to neighboring teams of our race.

Furthermore, the Blood Pill produced from refining Xiaoyang corpses, if any brothers wish to refine and cultivate, feel free to find me."

Huo Tuan spoke these last words to the group behind Huo Mo.

These brothers gathered by Huo Mo were all from small tribes, never seen a proper witch, not even witchcraft.

At this moment, a witch arrives, being so polite, causing a strange feeling among everyone.

"Oh, master mentioned Xiaoyang Blood Pills carry Xiaoyang's resentment, it's hard to resist unless one has deep hatred against the Xiaoyang clan.

Therefore, speak truthfully, lest you explode upon consuming the Blood Pill."

"Have there been any tame eagles from Xiaoyang lately?"

"Long gone, just a few eagles, shot them down and ate them already."

Hearing Huo Mo say so, and seeing Huo Tuan and the people he brought along blend well, Huo Kui felt relieved and hurried towards the next area under the night sky.

No choice, there aren't many Witch Pouches in the clan, he has to run around individually.

Besides, apart from Huo Tuan, Shen Can's other disciples Huo Long and Huo Jiang also carried improved Witch Arrays and entered the mountains.

...

Northern Giant Mountain Range, somewhere hidden.

Inside the cave, lanterns flickered.

The temporary headquarters of the Ancestral Temple was placed here.

"Acan, look at these guys who were let out, one by one obedient in the clan, now they've all grown tails."

Huo Chang looked at various reports from outside, seemingly cursing but his eyes filled with joy.

Half a year, just six months.

Most of these guys within the clan who couldn't produce anything now lead at least over a hundred martial artists.

The Qi Strength is also steadily rising.

It's as if he hadn't given the clan members meat before.

"At this rate, in a few years, many Celestial Vein Martial Artists will emerge from our clan."

Shen Can stayed silent, waiting for Huo Chang to finish his grumbling.

Seeing Shen Can ignoring him, Huo Chang raised his hand to wipe his mouth, lightly coughed.

"Cough... Acan, according to the statistics, the number of people entering the mountains has exceeded 100,000, do you have any arrangements for the future?"

"Stick to the original plan, scatter and separate. In case the Xiaoyang clan goes crazy and continues to dispatch soldiers into the mountain range, let them search thoroughly."

In over half a year, more than 100,000 rushed in from outside the mountains, not counting those running in other directions, clearly showing Xiaoyang's cruelty and terror, truly horrifying the Northern tribes.

The Northern Lands are vast and sparsely populated, even before Xiaoyang's arrival, probably only about a million.

No idea how many were butchered by Xiaoyang.

This half year is the period of Xiaoyang's most rampant brutality. According to messages gathered from various teams, the number of tribes fleeing into the mountains has decreased by 90%.

During this, Shen Can's two Blood Soldier teams intervened once, Huo Chang also acted once, together eliminating over 1,300 Xiaoyang soldiers.

While the clan soldiers, dispersed into smaller units, have collectively killed over 3,000 Xiaoyang soldiers, mostly during the first two months of this half year.

Including Shen Can's initial expedition to rescue the Cyan Bird Race, altogether eliminating over 3,000.

Thus, the Xiaoyang clan buried in the Northern Lands has now reached over 7,000.

7,000 seems fewer than the Cyan Bird Tribe population, but if these 7,000 at minimum are on par with the Human Race's Stone-Breaking Realm martial artists, this battle achievement is impressive.

7,000 Stone-Breakers, even the Blazing Flame Division doesn't have so many tribe members.

Of course, at this rate, when the war concludes, the Blazing Flame Tribe will command a force roughly equal.

As for how many Stone-Breaking Martial Artists there will be, it depends on future developments.

"Breaking people up makes it easier to settle, food is easy to procure, vast wilderness, unless Xiaoyang sends hundreds of thousands to search every mountain top, they won't find anything."

Huo Chang wondered how Acan came up with such an idea.

Even if Xiaoyang wanted to attack, they'd need a target.

The Blazing Flame itself, following the Cyan Bird Division, became the most prominent target, and suddenly dispersed.

Vast mountains, go ahead and search.

...

Meanwhile.

Outside the Copper Shell Ruins Market, over a thousand-strong Xiaoyang clan retreated from the mountains, dozens in front riding Crocodile Dragon-like mounts, with small wild beasts hung over their backs.

Not just these riders, the Xiaoyang martial artists following behind also carried game.

Overall, there was no momentum, more like a hunting trip.

No choice, people have all run away, nothing to eat, hunger.

Muo Long's Crocodile Dragon was the largest, covered in black hair with a drooping lower lip, looking fierce.

This made the three Clan Leaders Muo Qiu waiting at the market increasingly humble, needless to say, this mountain campaign against the Human Race undoubtedly had no gains.

Actually no, so many small wild beasts, enough for a meal.

"Damn those Human Race bugs, why don't they dare come out and fight me!"

Muo Long roared in anger, he is the Xiaoyang clan Myriarch, most of his subordinates have died, even in the Ji Land battlefield, he hadn't fought such a frustrating battle.

A bunch of bugs only sneak attack.

Once they attack, they flee.

Mountain to mountain, water to water, a few Human Race bugs vanish instantly.

This time leading the soldiers into the mountains, everywhere was empty and targetless.

Before coming, thought the Northern Human Race could be easily destroyed, now, damn it, they all hid in caves.

Unless he could flatten ten thousand mountains.

Once they moved out, the Human Race in the mountains hid out of sight.

Scattered and sporadic kills of a few humans weren't enough to mobilize thousands of soldiers.

But if fewer soldiers were dispatched, they'd be ambushed by these humans.

Now, his soldiers are trapped in fear, unable to guard against hidden arrows, their bodies strong but still afraid of Armor-Piercing Arrows.

In half a year, the Armor-Piercing Arrows used by Human Race to ambush them increased in quality.

There's even specially prepared weapon hammers against the Xiaoyang clan, definitely meticulously prepared.

Close combat doesn't break armor, hammer causes cracks wherever it hits.

Not being able to catch the Human Race in the North would be disgraceful news if it reached Ji Land, he'd be the Myriarch of Xiaoyang clan's shame.

"Myriarch Sir, the Northern Human Race is as sly as foxes, finding them requires seeking help within the clan."

Upon hearing this, already burning with rage, Muo Long's eyes showed killing intent.

"Are you telling me to inform the clan, that under my command of 13,000 elite troops for a campaign against the Human Race, not only failed to wipe out the weak humans but more than half of the elite troops died?"

"Or are you saying my capabilities as a Myriarch are insufficient and require Vein Masters, Tier Four powerhouses to flip the mountains themselves?"