Chapter 104: The Blood Coffin of the Qingming Solar Term
In front of Ye Chao, arrows continued to fly out of the mountain of insects.
The insect swarm kept dying, but even more insects kept replenishing it.
The insect mountain was still moving, indicating that Sleeve Arrow inside was trying to escape the encirclement of the insects, but it seemed futile.
It's imaginable that Sleeve Arrow's current environment is completely shrouded in darkness, with all kinds of creepy insects around, how terrifying it must be.
But what terrified him even more was the feeling that the green blood on his hair was infiltrating him, and there were sounds of insects biting frantically on his hair.
The sight of being eaten by insects would be especially disgusting and ugly.
Ye Chao looked at the wriggling insect mountain in front of him and muttered, "Let the Young Prodigy ranked first on your weapons repertoire come."
The former third-ranked Awakening of Insects from the Twenty-Four Solar Terms, even if it is almost disappearing into endless years, will still shine its brightest light.
Finally, the defenders of Red Great City appeared. If they didn't show up soon, the Young Prodigy of Red Great City would be eaten alive by the insects.
The defender of Red Great City signaled for Ye Chao to move the insect swarm away. He would take Sleeve Arrow away and no longer participate in the battle.
The insect mountain disappeared, revealing Sleeve Arrow inside.
Sleeve Arrow was indeed a Young Prodigy. Even in such a situation, he still put up necessary defenses.
Sleeve Arrow's whole body resembled a durian. He was enveloped in a shell made of arrows from all directions, and the gaps between the arrows were blocked by hair squeezed out from the inside, without any ventilation.
A durian covered in hair?
A very strange technique. Arrows kept shooting out from inside this shell, and the insect swarm just now was killed by this. It can be said to be a very formidable technique that combines defense and attack.
But in the end, he would still fail because no matter how many weapons he carried, there would be a time when they would be exhausted. And Ye Chao's insects came from the endless mountain forests, making it impossible to break through the Awakening of Insects technique, so killing as many insects as possible would be useless.
When Sleeve Arrow was rescued, his face was pale, as if the whole world was filled with malice towards him.
When Sleeve Arrow left, he said, "From you, I seem to see how the Twenty-Four Solar Terms dominated the earth during the Three Great Citys era."
It can be considered that he's a Young Prodigy who can accept defeat.
After Sleeve Arrow left, Ye Chao looked at the mountain in front of him. The mountain was once again surrounded by insects. He didn't even need to go up the mountain; he could defend it just by hiding, and anyone who came to attack the mountain would face the insects on the mountain. Killing them would only be replenished automatically.
Except for Yushi Fenghou, Shuang Tong, and Red Great City, who took down the third mountain.
At this time, Feisha and Ducang are about to take down the fourth mountain.
The battle between Feisha and Ducang seemed very easy, but also extremely strange.
Even Feisha, when looking at Ducang now, felt very strange.
Ducang was stunned, "What's wrong? This is my new invention."
I saw Ducang continuously blowing soap bubbles. The soap bubbles in the sky were very beautiful under the moonlight, floating towards the mountain.
These beautiful bubbles were not transparent; they were pitch black inside, looking like black smoke.
Indeed, it was black smoke. Ducang infused the toxic smoke from his toad beast into the soap bubbles.
Strange bubbles blown out of Ducang's mouth floated towards the mountain.
The people of Red Great City on the mountain looked at the bubbles with great curiosity. What kind of strange thing is this?
Someone reached out their fingers to poke them, the bubbles burst, and thick smoke spread out.
That person immediately felt dizzy and weak, falling to the ground.
"I swear, it's poisonous, don't burst it."
There was chaos, such a strange technique.
But they refrained from bursting the bubbles, as those bubbles would crash into the trees on the mountain.
Feisha found it strange to see Ducang blowing bubbles like this.
Back in school, the younger students loved playing with this, filling the academy with bubbles.
But he knew Ducang also played secretly, and he was exceptionally good at it.
What he didn't expect was that Ducang would use this method to spread his toxic smoke.
Ducang didn't feel immature at all; he just kept blowing.
Black bubbles covered the mountain.
Ducang still smiled unconsciously, seeming to enjoy the play a bit too much.
Feisha rubbed his forehead, "The people up there are probably almost poisoned. Let's go up."
Actually, there was no need; they could just have the giant toad open its mouth and spew smoke upwards. Both their beasts were very good at large-scale attacks.
As they ascended the mountain, their eyes easily spotted where the mountain guards were hiding. Those not affected by the poison were directly shot from behind, catching them off guard.
Their eyes were indeed incredibly useful.
After dealing with the guards from the foot of the mountain to the summit, they continued upward.
Guarding the mountain were two Young Prodigy from the White Bone War Tribe. They seemed unsurprised and instead wore mocking expressions. "So it's the remnants abandoned by our Red Great City, hiding everywhere like cowards. You dare to show yourselves now."
Contemptuous, disdainful.
This could be said to be one of the most painful things for the White Pupil Tribe. The Tribe that had once supported the Red Great City wholeheartedly was now being mocked and manipulated.
Feisha and Ducang tightened their grip on the stone spears in their hands. It could be said that the culprits behind the destruction of their White Pupil Tribe were their former comrades from the White Bone War Tribe.
The grudge of exterminating their Tribe was not to be underestimated.
The two from the White Bone War Tribe seemed to sense the anger in Feisha and Ducang's eyes and sneered, "Are you still thinking of revenge?"
After licking their lips, they said, "Let's just get rid of you two, and the White Pupil Tribe will be completely wiped out."
Their continuous attack of bone piercing outward was also a technique called the White Bone War Body, like an unbeatable tank on the battlefield, crushing the opponent like a rolling knife through meat.
Fresh blood began to flow from both sides.
Even if Feisha and Ducang stabbed the opponents twice, they could only return with one stab, unable to stop the opponent's frenzied attacks.
A tragic atmosphere spread around.
Feisha and Ducang's eyes were also dyed blood-red by the blood, turning into blood cocoons.
Even the somewhat insane White Bone War Tribe members couldn't help but pause for a moment because... the blood color in Feisha and Ducang's eyes began to form pupils.
The blood-red pupils, like a crimson blood moon.
The White Pupil Tribe actually had pupils?
Suddenly realizing something, even the frenzied White Bone War Tribe members chose to retreat.
"It's too late."
But Feisha and Ducang didn't care about the sharp bones piercing from the opponents' bodies. They just hugged the opponents, eye to eye.
Crimson eyes faced with slightly fearful ones.
"The revenge blood pupils of the White Pupil Tribe."
These two guys never intended to return alive.
They both wanted to kill each other, but compared to the madness of the White Bone War Tribe, Feisha and Ducang fought with endless hatred and determination to die.
The hatred of extermination, even in death, they wanted the other side to see their determination for revenge.
The White Pupil Tribe, known as the War Tribe, was not just because they had sharp eyes.
In a war Tribe, strength takes precedence, and everything else is just additional value, merely for reference.
When their eyes met, the two from the White Bone War Tribe also turned red in their eyes, with that red occupying their entire eyes, like the most crimson moon.
The red blood qi flowed from the eyes of the two White Bone War Tribe members like blood mist into the eyes of Feisha and Ducang.
"The Blood Pupil Connection Technique, absolutely terrifying."
The two from the White Bone War Tribe finally showed panic, but they couldn't break free from the embrace of the two holding them tightly.
Even in their frenzy, they were still human, and humans have things they fear.
And the Blood Pupil Connection Technique used by the White Pupil Tribe was absolutely terrifying, capable of plunging people directly into their deepest fears.
The two began to struggle, blood continuously flowing from both sides.
But soon, as the blood mist between their eyes became thicker and thicker, the eyes of the two from the White Bone War Tribe began to show fear, then confusion, then foolishness, and finally, two red eyes with no emotional fluctuations at all.
Just lying there lifelessly, slowly becoming cold, like two wild dogs dead by the roadside.
After spiritual death, the body also dies.
The most unsolvable technique in the world, the Blood Pupil Connection Technique used by the White Pupil Tribe for revenge, is absolutely terrifying.
It is said that even if someone can break free from this technique, they either go insane or become foolish afterward.
Humans will always have fear; those without fear are either saints or dead. But how many saints are there in this world? That's why this technique is called unsolvable.
Feisha and Ducang pushed aside the two corpses, looked at each other, and didn't care about the blood holes pierced from the opponents' bodies as they controlled them to look into their own eyes.
The two laughed madly, laughing loudly, but tears couldn't help but flow out.
The scene of how their White Pupil Tribe was exterminated seemed to be happening before their eyes.
The White Pupil Tribe, passed down from the era of the Three Great Citys to the present, such a powerful Tribe, now only had the two of them left. How tragic it was. Moreover, they still carried the hatred of extermination.
Being able to kill the two from the White Bone War Tribe, they wouldn't spare anyone.
The two helped each other up, facing the empty air, "This is just the beginning."
They knew someone must be watching here.
No one spoke, and the air felt suffocating.
In the battlefield, for the first time, an Young Prodigy died.
How difficult is it to cultivate an Young Prodigy? It can be seen that even if the White Bone War Tribe lost two Young Prodigiess, it would still hurt them to the point of their faces turning pale.
No one intervened in the previous battle because both sides were trying to kill each other, and who was right and who was wrong couldn't be determined.
Feisha and Ducang were cultivated in the border areas before. Although they also had some reputation, their popularity was definitely not comparable to the Young Prodigiess of the five major forces.
But from now on, everyone will remember the two who killed the two Young Prodigiess of the White Bone War Tribe, and the name of the White Pupil Tribe will once again appear in the sight of various Tribes on the earth.
However, the reputation of the Red City probably doesn't look good, as the fact that two of their Young Prodigies were killed by former traitors will surely spread like wildfire.
The Chidi City has occupied another mountain peak.
On a mountain peak not far from Feisha and Ducang, a bloody battle is also taking place.
It's truly a bloodbath.
The people of Red City faced each other in front of a towering tree with a constantly bleeding corpse hanging from it.
It's not accurate to call it a corpse, because the opponent's eyes were wide open, mouth emitting a chilling laughter.
Damn, this is too terrifying, bleeding from all seven orifices and still hanging from the tree, yet still laughing, with such a sinister laugh.
Countless people swallowed their saliva, their hair standing on end.
Guarding the mountain is a Young Prodigy from the Coffin-Bearing Tribe named Lingcui, who has no expression on his face, but his words are even more terrifying, "You, the Blood-Devouring Tribe, who feeds on human blood? You are the most bloody Young Prodigy... Hong."
His name has only one character, but it represents everything about him.
The battlefields he has experienced, after the fighting, nothing remains except red blood.
It is said that he loves to devour the fresh blood of his enemies' companions in front of them.
It's more accurate to say that those people were scared to death by him rather than killed by him.
Lingcui had no expression, being able to cultivate the corpses of his ancestors into giant beasts, he was indeed not afraid of these things.
A sinister voice came from Hong, "Yes, the taste of fresh blood is the most delicious. I just wonder what your blood will taste like."
His voice, like conveying fear, made countless people's hair stand on end. This guy actually looked like he was enjoying it, just listening made them shudder, it was too disgusting, for some reason, a scene of him drinking human blood appeared in their minds, gnawing on their necks with his mouth.
If there were students from Red City here, they would definitely think Hong was lying. Hong doesn't like human blood; he likes to eat boiled fish slices and gnaw on popsicles.
Lingcui didn't even blink, "Your words mean nothing to me, but you might want to consider that after you die, I'll turn you into a giant beast, your appearance is quite suitable."
Damn, two dead perverts.
What's so good about Hong's current appearance?
Lingcui raised his head, squinting his eyes, "Are you sure, your Blood-Devouring Tribe wants to oppose my Coffin-Bearing Tribe?"
Hong's voice came, "Tsk tsk, just a declining remnant of the twenty-four solar terms, the Qingming legacy, actually dares to provoke my Coffin-Bearing War Tribe."
For Lingcui, the difficult experience during the Three Great Citys period was the most humiliating history for them, being despised by all the Tribes of the earth, even called the sinful Tribe.
This is directly touching their scars. Don't be fooled by their current glory; behind their backs, countless people are making fun of them.
Hong's words were still relatively polite. It is said that some people even call them a despicable Tribe who thinks they've ascended to heaven.
And indeed, as Hong said, even though countless years have passed since the Three Great Citys period, they still dare not break the oath they once made, only able to use the corpses of their ancestors to cultivate into giant beasts.
But as long as Red City unifies the world, their Coffin-Bearing Tribe can break free from this humiliating bondage.
It can be said that the Coffin-Bearing War Tribe is constantly tempting Red City for a unified empire.
Lingcui's eyes narrowed completely, looking at the bloody Hong hanging from the tree, unforgivable, "You are just a declining remnant of the twenty-four solar terms, the Qingming blood coffin, actually dares to provoke my Coffin-Bearing War Tribe."
Now is the era of the twelve war Tribes, the era of their Coffin-Bearing Tribe, and their Coffin-Bearing Tribe is no longer the Tribe despised and abandoned in the corner.
Like a cannonball, his body shot straight forward, and a huge coffin behind him opened, jumping out a giant white-haired monster.
Tick, tick, the blood on Hong's body began to flow, staining the entire tree on which he hung, not only that, the whole space was filled with the smell of blood.
A sinister voice sounded, "Technique, the Qingming Blood Coffin of the twenty-four solar terms."