I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself

The immense sound of slaughter reverberated across the wilderness outside the Garrison City.

Faced with this mountain of corpses, the intense scent of blood permeated the surroundings, immediately intimidating the allied forces of various divisions.

The pungent bloodlust unmistakably signaled to everyone present that the Lord Bo was serious this time.

"Bring him up!"

Soon enough, Ao Xuansong was escorted forward.

This time it was for real. Shen Can delivered this person to the hands of Lord Jishan; after all, there were many people in Jishan, and the forces opposing them were precisely the main force of Xiaoyang Muo Yan.

"Horse Slave, how dare you!"

The army was set in formation, battle banners linked together, and beneath the stage was a mound of corpses. Even if Ao Xuansong were foolish, he knew he was going to be beheaded for the Sacrificial Banner.

To think, an honorable Elder of the Ao Mountain Bo Division, a Tier Four Divine Treasure, was to be beheaded for the Sacrificial Banner.

This was the first time in eight thousand years since the fall of the Yongshan Bo Division!

"If you dare kill me, you will surely face the thunderous wrath of my Ao Mountain Bo Division!"

"You are making an eternal enemy of Ao Mountain!"

Ao Xuansong struggled violently, knowing that a Tier Four being beheaded would surely become a famous tale in Yongyi.

Ao Xuansong’s roaring voice spread out through the Witch Artifact.

Seeing this, Lord Jishan wasted no time and personally hefted the Tiger-Headed Saber, stepping on Ao Xuansong’s back.

"You dare..."

Ao Xuansong’s eyes were wide with fury, twisting his neck to glare at Lord Jishan.

"The Ao Mountain Bo Division, as part of our Human Race Tribe, colluded with Xiaoyang, intending to help Xiaoyang extinguish my Ji Land, deserving of this punishment!"

As soon as the words fell, the saber descended, and Ao Xuansong’s head flew high, blood spurting into the sky, the head rolling down the mountain of corpses.

"Commanders of all divisions, follow me on the Northern Campaign!"

Lord Jishan pointed his saber directly toward the northern Xiaoyang Camp.

Rumble!

Thousands of war chariots charged out first, producing a thunderous noise as they headed straight for the northern Xiaoyang Camp.

Ang!

A mighty dragon roar resounded, mixed with a dance of ice shards flying through the air, as a Glazed Dragon covered in ice crystals soared into the sky.

Lord Jishan leaped up, landing on the back of the Glazed Dragon, heading towards the northern Xiaoyang Camp.

...

Three Fire Division.

While Lord Jishan was sacrificing the banner, Huo Chang was also sacrificing a banner by beheading ’Ao Xuansong’ once more.

Compared to the eight-thousand-year legacy of the Ao Mountain Bo Division, the newly formed Three Fire Division naturally did not have such deep heritage.

But one after another, Flying Ships ascended into the sky, and after the Tier Four Divine Treasure Sacrificial Banner, they instantly formed a massive fleet of flying ships, charging north.

In the sky were flying ships, on the ground were war chariots, and in the water were battle ships, advancing on three fronts straight to the Xiaoyang Race Territory.

Concerning the safety of the Three Fire Tribe Division, there was no need for much concern. Within the tribe, there were Sacrificial Spirits guarding, which could even resist a Tier Four being.

Moreover, Huo Chang left behind clan soldiers to defend, emptying the armory for the city’s clansmen to fully equip themselves for war.

If the Jishan Bo Division could also fight out from the Xiaoyang Camp direction and head northward.

Then in the central and southern parts of Ji Land, there would no longer be any Human Race main combat forces to resist Xiaoyang.

Even before taking action, Yanran, Jishan, including the Three Fire Division, had already dispatched additional clan soldiers to the various tribes in the central and southern Ji Land, spreading the news of Xiaoyang’s southern descent.

At this moment, Huo Chang, driving the Bronze War Chariot along the east bank of the Guimu River, could imagine the gap between his tribe and the Jishan Bo Division.

However, this gap was not insurmountable, and this Northern Campaign against Xiaoyang was also a process to catch up with the Jishan Bo Division.

On their side, without a hostile Xiaoyang Camp, there was naturally no need to fight another battle, which made their troop movement seem somewhat silent compared to the Jishan and Yanran divisions.

But none of this mattered, for the silent actions in Blazing Flame would inevitably shock the world in Acan’s hands.

...

Jishan Muo Yan battlefield.

Millions of soldiers from both sides were already entangled in a melee, and the war chariots of the Jishan Bo Division plowed bloody lines across the battlefield like a group of slaughtering Witch Artifacts.

Likewise, on the side of Xiaoyang, numerous mutated Crocodile Dragons, as large as small hills, crashed into the battlefield with thundering speed.

Above the battlefield, six figures were engaged in combat.

Lord Jishan confronted Muo Xiao.

Another elderly Divine Treasure of the Jishan Bo Division was contending with the Master of the Qiu Yin Vein.

Lord Jishan’s war beast, the Glazed Dragon, and a peculiar Wild Beast with three pairs of wings fought from the sky to the heavens above.

The entire battlefield was in chaos.

While fighting, Muo Xiao’s eyes were filled with lingering doubt, feeling as though Lord Jishan had consumed the wrong Witch Medicine.

Otherwise, why would he be so aggressive, so different from his usual demeanor?

This massive mobilization to attack, wasn’t he afraid that if they lost, Ji Land couldn’t be protected?

This was a completely reckless tactic.

The Jishan before them seemed entirely different from the Jishan of the past.

Rumble!

High in the sky, the Glazed Dragon and the Three-winged Desolate Bird bit into each other, locking their bodies as they plummeted downwards, crashing into the battlefield below.

Wherever they passed, they flattened everything into a mess of flesh.

The sprawling battlefield dominated the endless wilderness visible to the naked eye in all directions.

The sound of battle cries was earth-shattering, with no regard for formations, life traded for life.

This was a tactic Jishan had never employed before.

This gave Muo Xiao a foreboding feeling, completely beyond what he had anticipated.

This move would overturn all previous strategies.

"Jishan Old Ghost, have you lost your mind?" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

After clashing in an exchange, Muo Xiao pulled back, pointing to the figures battling on the ground.

"Our Human Race spans Nine Lands, with a population in the millions; Xiaoyang is just a number. How many clans do you have?"

Lord Jishan laughed, wielding the Glazed Dragon Crescent Blade, and slashed toward Muo Xiao.