I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself-Chapter 249 - 111: Slaughtering on All Sides! [Qiu Yue]

Blood pills formed in the middle of the witch array.

Since only over two hundred Xiaoyang Race Soldiers were taken down, the number of blood pills produced was just over a dozen.

Huo Zhan collected the blood pills, looked at the figures gathered, and casually tossed the blood pills to a few figures who had approached earlier.

No one spoke.

For a moment, it quieted down a bit.

Those who survived were not unfamiliar with using Xiaoyang for cultivation, but the aftereffects of refining Xiaoyang were terrifying.

"Let's go!"

Shen Can's voice came down from the war chariot.

If people don't save themselves, they can only wait for death.

Upon hearing this, Huo Zhan called to his tribesmen to follow the war chariot to leave.

"I'll eat it!"

The person holding the blood pill looked around, then swallowed the blood pill, the intense Blood Evil Qi rushed straight to the Celestial Spirit, causing a howl similar to that of a Wild Beast.

"I wish I could devour Xiaoyang flesh and blood whole!"

An aunt burst out, rushing towards the place where the Xiaoyang corpses were piled up, but unfortunately, after she dashed in, the Xiaoyang corpses that had already been drained of blood energy turned to powder.

Regardless, she grabbed a handful and stuffed it into her mouth.

The others also realized and started grabbing these powdered Xiaoyang and stuffing them into their mouths.

At this time, a token was thrown from the departing war chariot, landing on the ground.

The voice reached the ears of every figure around.

"Take this token, when you see a banner like this token, join in killing Xiaoyang!"

...

On the wasteland.

Jiang Zhen led a dozen of his tribe members riding Antelope Qilin Beasts towards the direction of the Jinshan Tribe.

This trip turned out to be another futile one.

There was simply no sign of Young Master Luo Feng.

Not only could he not be found, but the Xiaoyang Race around Heyang Ruins Market couldn't find him either.

Rumble!

The group continued westward, the wasteland flat and endless, soon seeing a group of people heading towards them.

Getting closer and closer, Jiang Zhen's group saw the Antelope Qilin Beasts and also the Bronze War Chariot.

"It's the Bronze War Chariot!"

"Why is Young Master Luo Feng here!"

Having Antelope Qilin Beast guards around the Bronze War Chariot was normal, as each Young Master had over a hundred Antelope Qilin Beast guards.

"Something's wrong, why does the Antelope Qilin Beast pulling the war chariot look so much like the Young Master's?"

When the two groups were less than three miles apart, someone finally noticed.

The Bronze War Chariot was correct, but the Antelope Qilin Beast pulling it was not.

Common Antelope Qilin Beasts were mostly similar, but the Qiyun that Young Master Luo Zhi rode was one of the five strongest in the tribe's Antelope Qilin Beasts.

Among the few Young Masters, the Antelope Qilin Beast ridden by Young Master Luo Zhi was the strongest, with the most recognizable horn.

"Not good, that's Qiyun!"

At this moment, Jiang Zhen also recognized it.

There was no brotherly affection between the tribe's Young Masters, and Young Master Luo Zhi wouldn't ever let Young Master Luo Feng have Qiyun.

"Brother Zhen, something's wrong, the other Antelope Qilin Beasts they're on are ours too."

After some recognition, those under Jiang Zhen's command were greatly startled.

Not good!

"Prepare for battle!"

Jiang Zhen shouted, drawing his war blade and kicking the Antelope Qilin Beast beneath him.

"Charge!"

A group of a dozen people all drew their weapons, charging towards the Bronze War Chariot.

Huo Zhan and others protecting the Bronze War Chariot also grabbed their weapons, ready to charge in battle.

But on the war chariot, Shen Can held onto the handrail, his divine sense transformed into waves, transmitting into the ears of his tribesmen.

"Follow behind the war chariot!"

The war chariot rushed towards Jiang Zhen's charging group.

Jiang Zhen also clearly saw Shen Can on the war chariot, who was not any Young Master he knew from the tribe.

Clang!

The snowy Red Gold Blade released a dazzling blade light, and Jiang Zhen, riding his Antelope Qilin Beast, was the first to strike.

The blade light traversed out, targeting straight for the war chariot.

Rumble!

An unparalleled war intent surged from the Bronze War Chariot, the sound like a war drum pounding, with Kui Ox roaring forth using the chariot as its frame.

Compared to its previous size of over twenty feet, the form of the Kui Ox at this moment had expanded to almost thirty feet, its massive body covering even the Antelope Qilin Beast pulling the chariot.

At the very front of the war chariot, there was a horn over five feet long, nearly materialized.

Rumble!

The horn reared up and struck the descending blade light, erupting in bright flashes.

Afterward, the momentum of the Kui Ox War Chariot remained undiminished, charging across.

Roar!

A mournful scream echoed as the Antelope Qilin Beast ridden by Jiang Zhen was the first to be torn apart by the Kui Ox's horn, causing Jiang Zhen to let out a muffled grunt, with his battle blade knocked away ahead of him.

At this moment, Jiang Zhen's entire body bristled, feeling the arrival of death.

He instantly threw a punch, each strike carrying surging blood energy as it smashed into the battle horn of the Kui Ox.

But as the punch force landed, his entire body was blasted away by the horn of the Kui Ox, his body soaring into the sky before crashing down.

Jiang Zhen blocked the war chariot's charge for a brief second; as he was smashed away, the massive body of the Kui Ox collided with the remaining Antelope Qilin Cavalry.

Crack!

Screams and beastly roars echoed, accompanied by the sound of bones shattering.

The war chariot rolled over everything, dominating all it passed.

After crossing over these dozen Antelope Qilin Beasts and Martial Artists, the Kui Ox roared, transforming into light spots and returning to the war chariot.

On the war chariot, Shen Can looked towards the spot where Jiang Zhen had fallen. He raised his hand, and water vapor surged from all directions, forming into a giant arrow.

With a forward slap of his palm, the giant arrow exploded, echoing thunderously across the sky.

The fallen Jiang Zhen was terrified, trying to dodge, but the arrow light flashed and pinned him to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth as his breath ceased.

Behind, the tribesmen quickly gathered the battlefield after following the chariot, staring at it in astonishment.

Is this still the Ancestral Temple Keeper with the supposedly mediocre physique!

Huo Zhan quickly approached Jiang Zhen's corpse. The man was already floating in the small lake formed by the blasted Water Giant Arrow, the bloodied water staining the lake red.

"There's a haul."

The gathered items were laid before Shen Can; he only kept the Cultivation Technique and Jiang Zhen's battle blade, distributing the remaining scattered items among the accompanying tribesmen.

"Take a good rest, in a while we will go and dismantle the Xiaoyang's mining camp."

The tribesmen responded excitedly, following the Ancestral Temple Keeper was truly enjoyable, with food, drinks, and battles aplenty.

...

Cyan Patterned Copper Ore.

Under the night sky, the camp was illuminated by bonfires, Xiaoyang Race Soldiers could be seen stationed everywhere, and in the heaving mine tunnels, the figures of the Human Race ceaselessly went in and out.

Each person entering the cave carried a specially made bamboo basket, and when they came out, it was filled with ore that shone with a blue luster.

The Cyan Patterned Copper Ore produced here, after smelting, could be used to forge ordinary Tier One and Tier Two weapons.

Occasionally some of them contained blue-patterned ores, which were excellent materials for making Tier Three Witch Weapons and were suitable for any user.

This copper mine originally belonged to the Upper-class Tribe, the Fire Copper Tribe.

The entire Fire Copper Tribe rose due to this mine vein.

Now, half of the Fire Copper Tribe's members have been eaten, and the rest were long since captured to Xiaoyang Camp to forge weapons for the Xiaoyang Race Soldiers.

One mindlessly moving silhouette after another entered and exited the mine tunnels; any slight slowness would lead to being killed by the Xiaoyang Race Soldiers.

The Xiaoyang had no regard for the Human Race, capturing more whenever someone died.

Inside the camp, the stationed Xiaoyang Race Soldiers appeared very relaxed.

However, in secret, at the exits and entrances of the mine veins, giant crossbows had long been prepared, with squads of Xiaoyang Race archers armed with bows and crossbows on high alert.

The Xiaoyang Race Soldiers who escaped during the day had long reported that they were attacked by a Bronze War Chariot.

Miao Tuo was wiping his long spear, the spearhead emitting a strong smell of blood, intoxicating him somewhat.

"Be alert, if the Bronze War Chariot dares to come, it'll definitely not return, let me show Mu Feilong, that unlucky guy, how to kill the Human Race!"

"Hahaha..."

Miao Tuo laughed heartily, walking into the hall and reaching out to grab a Human Race woman; when he came out, blood dripped from the corners of his mouth.

Having captured the Bronze War Chariot that took down Muo Ming, how could Mu Feilong compare with him now?

Rumble!

Outside the mine vein, a booming sound erupted.

"They're here!"

Miao Tuo's spirit lifted, grabbing his long spear and charging towards the copper mine's entrance.

War cries erupted, and the sounds of giant arrows and crossbow bolts buzzed continuously.

Under the night, the nearly thirty-foot-sized Kui Ox charged wildly, shattering countless Xiaoyang Race Soldiers in the mine area as it blasted away the arrow fletchings.

"Human Race, don't be arrogant!"

A furious shout exploded, Miao Tuo leaping high into the air from above, clutching his spear as he charged at the Kui Ox.

Rumble!

Miao Tuo's body was enveloped by a splash of water light, crashing into the mountain, scattering countless fragments.

Immediately, he nimbly rose, taking flight like a great bird and fleeing into the distance.