I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself

Huo Chang glanced over and said, "It’s you, right?"

"Brother Qiu Que, let’s make a move together and overturn the war chariot!"

As the war chariot approached, Muo Feilong let out a long howl, and the long spear in his hand blasted out a spear glow.

Qiu Que, having previously suffered at the hands of war chariots, didn’t hesitate, and simultaneously seized his long spear to unleash an attack.

But at that very moment, four or five streams of Celestial Vein Ninth Layer blood energy burst from the sides of the war chariot, shattering the descending two spears of light.

This left Muo Feilong shocked.

Where the hell did so many of the same level come from?

"Get them for me!"

On the war chariot, Luo Feng roared.

...

At the camp.

Chop! Chop!

Tent after tent was split apart by shining long blades, and the Heavy Blade Guard clan soldiers swiftly rushed out to form an array.

These formations had been practiced for a month prior to deployment, and the tents were set up in the most conducive arrangement for forming an array.

The Xiaoyang who charged into the camp faced overwhelming assault as soon as they raised their heads.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Whether ramming head-on or brandishing weapons, in the eyes of the Heavy Blade Martial Artists, they would only swing their blades.

One by one, they quickly completed their separate actions.

Kill!

"Woo woo woo!"

The urgent sound of the horn rang out, and after slaughtering the Xiaoyang who had crashed into the camp, the Heavy Blade team quickly began to reform their array, charging out to attack the elite Xiaoyang soldiers outside the camp.

Thirty thousand heavy-armored troops marched, shaking the ground and mountains, their sound like thunder.

"What’s going on!"

Such commotion left Muo Feilong, who was clashing with the war chariot, stunned.

Under the cover of night, this spectacle was too shocking, a flood-like wave crashing in, causing the charging Xiaoyang Race Soldiers to falter.

Wasn’t it said that the Human Race had been harassed to their last gasp!

What the hell is this black wall, darker than the night?

The wall even brandishes blades.

Some Xiaoyang attempted a flank assault on the Heavy Blade Guard.

Yet, the Heavy Blade Guard on the flank were walking sideways.

And behind?

Those withdrawing were doing so without fear of stumbling.

The place was covered with blades, and crashing into it meant either dismemberment or decapitation.

...

The vast battlefield was in chaos, with the sounds of killing and shouting all around.

The Thousand Captains couldn’t find their Centurions, and when the Centurions looked around, there were no soldiers beside them.

Whether Human Race or Xiaoyang, everything became chaotic at the start.

This was something Huo Chang had anticipated long ago; he led a few hundred Luo River Celestial Vein Martial Artists to fixate on the Xiaoyang Celestial Vein Ninth Layer and the Myriarchs.

The other clan soldiers had been warned long ago: stay away from the Heavy Blade Soldiers, and go wild killing elsewhere.

The Human Race was in chaos, and so was the Xiaoyang.

Only a group of dark figures stepped like thunder, remaining unmoved by assaults from all directions, swinging their blades with their own rhythm.

Everywhere they passed was covered in a bloody mire.

"Damn, you’re totally fine!"

Under the combined assault of four or five Celestial Vein Ninth Layers and the Bronze War Chariot, Muo Feilong and Qiu Que were once again sent flying.

Both of them no longer had Myriarchs following by their side; they were all divided and conquered by the hundreds of Luo River Celestial Vein Martial Artists.

At this point, if Muo Feilong still couldn’t see through the trick, he’d be a complete fool.

The black cloud-like formation moving across the wasteland, every slash had power and depth.

How could they resemble those who had been harassed for over half a month, unable to eat or sleep well?

Even if the Xiaoyang elite clan soldiers charged, they were cut down one after another.

"Brother Flying Dragon, let’s retreat!"

Forced to retreat, Qiu Que turned around and fled into the distance.

How could one fight such a dark and chaotic battle?

"The Muo Yan Lineage’s strategy is truly formidable!"

"Damn it!"

Seeing Qiu Que run away, Muo Feilong, although confident that his combat power surpassed those of the same level, couldn’t leave himself exposed to danger.

"Retreat!"

"Kill!"

As Xiaoyang sounded the retreat, the Xiaoyang began to scatter in all directions.

The Heavy Blade Guard ceased their blade swinging, but the remaining tens of thousands of clan soldiers did not stop. They quickly converged and divided into more than a dozen groups, pursuing in all directions.

Huo Chang turned the chariot towards the Xiaoyang cavalry.

With the addition of a few hundred Celestial Vein Martial Artists and the chariot, the two thousand Crocodile Dragon cavalry were slaughtered, with only a hundred or so escaping.

The dawn broke.

Everywhere, there were wounded Xiaoyang who could no longer run.

The surrounding wilderness was littered with corpses over a thousand miles, blood covering every inch.

"Issue orders to capture all Xiaoyang and send them back to the Clan Division."

"Inform Acan, our division has achieved another great victory."

"Order the warship to sail north along the Guimu River, transporting two hundred thousand clan soldiers, then sweep through the mountains and wetlands one after another."

...

North of Blood Gate Mountain City, Xiaoyang Camp.

"Report to the Vein Master, a message from the clan lands: Human Race has entered, slaughtering over a hundred of the Muo Yan bloodline’s major and minor tribes, and the Muxian Division is nearly obliterated."

"Report to the Vein Master, Commander Muo Feilong was defeated at Heyang, with losses exceeding two hundred thousand soldiers."