No one responded to the Crow Soldier Tribe Greatfather’s words. Of their five Nascent Soul Cultivators, the one with the mid Nascent Soul stage Cultivation base was an old man wearing a black robe, who carried a Feng Shui compass in his hand. After glancing at the compass, he suddenly looked up at the crowd of people in front of him. Eventually, his gaze came to rest on Meng Hao, whose Cultivation base was obscured. In this man’s estimation, the person who was the greatest threat to him personally was the Crow Soldier Tribe Greatfather. After a moment’s thought, he clenched his jaw. Killing intent and greed instantly shone in his eyes.
“That guy has it! As for everyone else, do not leave a single one alive!”
In conjunction with his words, the Tribe members at his side roared as they pulled out Spirit Stones from which they quickly absorbed spiritual energy. The neo-demons they rode also roared, and then the entire group of three thousand people charged toward Meng Hao. The five Nascent Soul Cultivators flew forward, using power from their Cultivation bases that they were normally reluctant to part with.
Meng Hao’s eyes flickered as he gave a cold snort. He waved his right hand, instantly causing the power of Frost soil to magically appear. A frigid wind blasted out along with Frost soil. He instantly moved forward with a minor teleportation, reappearing directly next to one of the early Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators. He waved a hand, causing the power of his Fire-type totem tattoo to boil out. Attacked with both freezing cold and burning hot, the early Nascent Soul stage Cultivator’s body instantly exploded.
The sight immediately shocked the entire Grand Fusion Tribe, causing their expressions to fill with astonishment. This was something that they couldn’t possibly have predicted would happen. Meng Hao’s attack had exterminated one of their Priests!
The black-robed old man gasped, and his heart started to pound. However, he had little time for consideration. He burst into action, heading directly toward Meng Hao.
The Cultivators of the Crow Divinity Tribes chose this moment to launch their assault.
Meng Hao attacked swiftly and violently. He teleported, reappearing directly in front of the black-robed old man. His right hand lifted up, and a flame sea roared up. Then he lowered his hand, and the golden rain of this Metal-type tattoo appeared. As it shot forward, the black-robed old man performed an incantation with two hands. Shockingly, a nine-headed liger suddenly appeared in front of him, roaring as it shot toward Meng Hao.
Meng Hao gave another cold snort and punched out with his right hand. A boom echoed through the air as the nine-headed liger exploded into pieces. A cold wind gusted out as Meng Hao appeared again in front of the black-robed old man. The old man’s face immediately fell. He pulled out a Spirit Stone to replenish his spiritual energy, shooting backward at the same time. Meng Hao’s eyes flickered and he pointed out with his finger. The black-robed man’s face filled with astonishment as he realized that his body and even his Cultivation base had been sealed. Meng Hao approached calmly and took the Feng Shui compass out of the man’s hand. He looked it over, whereupon his face grew dark.
On the Feng Shui compass was a bright dot, indicating Meng Hao’s location.
“Where did you get this thing?” asked Meng Hao coolly.
The black-robed old man had recovered control of his body. Panting, but not speaking a word, he backed up.
“Not going to tell me? Well, I’ll just keep it.” With that, he slapped his bag of holding. Instantly, his neo-demon horde emerged. “Other than the neo-demons, leave none of them alive.”
Thousands of neo-demons blotted out the sky and shot forward, whereupon miserable shrieks began to fill the air.