Chapter 596: High-Tier Eldritch Tribe (1)

Chapter 596: High-Tier Eldritch Tribe (1)

Whether one was from the eldritch race or the immortal race, all were suppressed by heaven and earth within Huanggu.

For Amethyst Cradle/Shambhala cultivators, most could only extend their Soul Force for hundreds of li, but their eyesight was often astonishing.

Shambhala cultivators, in particular, could spot human figures a hundred thousand li away without difficulty. As for Amethyst Cradle cultivators? They could cultivate a 'Spirit Eye', granting them equally incredible vision and the ability to see through many illusions.

Thus, this group of eldritch escapees deliberately chose to travel through forests and canyons in order to avoid detection.

“Even while fleeing, we must cultivate. Only through diligent cultivation can we grow stronger and survive in Great Huang."

"As proud sons of the eldritch race, we must at least reach the Eldritch Soldier phase in this lifetime, to be qualified as soldiers in the army." Within the group, some elderly men at the Eldritch Soldier phase tirelessly urged the young Minor Eldritches to cultivate.

Those youths still classified as Minor Eldritches were all practicing diligently.

"Zhu Yi, you've become an Eldritch Soldier at such a young age. If you keep working hard, you're certain to become an Eldritch General in the future. Surpassing Senior Hou Feng will be no problem at all," said the elderly man in beast hide. He had reached the peak of the Eldritch Soldier phase, and was Zhu Yi’s instructor.

During his interactions with these Zhu Fu Tribe members, Wu Yuan had unhesitatingly chosen the alias Hou Feng. In the eldritch world’s system, Wu Yuan was called Hou Feng Wu Yuan anyway, so he didn’t see any issue.

"Mm, I'll work hard," the young Zhu Yi nodded firmly, her eyes filled with hatred.

Eldritch General? In the legends of the Zhu Fu Tribe, any Eldritch General was a world-shaking figure, capable of single-handedly elevating a tribe to mid-tier tribe status.

If we had an Eldritch General in our tribe, we probably wouldn't have fallen apart so quickly under the immortal army's attack. Zhu Yi silently mused.

...

Are these immortal race members mostly qi refiners? Only a few are Immortal Warriors, most are just Immortal Soldiers. Wu Yuan observed quietly.

With his Soul Force extended, he monitored the movements of this group of immortal soldiers, watching them deploy search teams. At their speed, they would soon reach this valley.

However, Wu Yuan didn't warn Zhu Yi and the others to leave, nor did he hastily move to deal with these immortal soldiers. He was observing, seeking to gather more intelligence about the immortal race.

Soon, Wu Yuan overheard a whispered conversation between two Immortal Warriors.

General? They have only sent a few companies from the battalion. Their leader is an Immortal General? Perhaps overconfident, these Immortal Warriors didn't use Soul Force to communicate.

It was worth noting that most immortal cultivators in the macrocosm communicated via Soul Force to avoid being spied on by high-level cultivators.

An Immortal General? That's equivalent to a Void Refiner Eminence. The weapons these Immortal Soldiers and Warriors use seem quite crude, not even third-grade spirit equipment. Even these immortal army companies dispatched into enemy territory to hunt us are equipped with poorly constructed artifacts.

The equipment forging techniques of this world must not be very advanced. Wu Yuan continued to deduce.

A glimpse reveals the whole picture. Sometimes, seemingly insignificant clues, when comprehensively analyzed, can reveal many deeper secrets.

Equipment forging, pill refining, talismans, as well as arcane arts, arrays, and so on, were essentially advanced applications of Dao pattern combinations, all complementing each other.

Hmm? Wu Yuan suddenly revealed a faint smile. How interesting. The eldritch race is truly united. Perhaps I won't need to intervene after all.

While Wu Yuan was pondering, the elderly man in beast hide, Zhu Hui, approached him. "Senior, we're well rested. Shall we continue our journey?"

Their equipment forging techniques were not particularly advanced, with even the immortal army battleships appearing quite crudely constructed. Yet, they could form such a perfect battle array?

This piqued Wu Yuan's interest.

Of course, Wu Yuan wasn't the least bit concerned about this so-called Blazing Fire Battle Array. He could destroy it with a single palm strike.

After hearing his reply, everyone was stunned. No need to flee? What did he mean?

Boom! Boom! Boom! From the mountain peaks on the other side of the range, five or six figures with majestic auras suddenly burst forth, instantly transforming into towering hundred-zhang tall forms in the air. Each one strode through the air at incredible speed.

"Immortal race scum!"

"How dare you kill our eldritch race members? Die!"

"Go to hell, all of you!" These figures, like war gods standing between heaven and earth, seemed to have long been lying in wait. They roared as they charged towards the flaming roc plummeting down to attack.

"What?"

"They're Eldritch Warriors, all peak-stage Eldritch Warriors."

"Other eldritch tribes have come to our aid."

"This is bad." The Blazing Fire Troop cultivators, who had been full of confidence moments ago, all paled.

The faces of the three Immortal Warriors leading the squad were especially ghastly.

In a fight against three peak-stage Eldritch Warriors, they were confident of escaping with their lives. But here, there were six! No, seven!

As the six peak-stage Eldritch Warriors who had been hiding nearby erupted into action, Wu Yuan, who had also been waiting on the sidelines, joined in the attack.

Of course, Wu Yuan only displayed the normal combat power of a peak-stage Shambhala cultivator.

"Another brother is here."

"Nice work, Brother!"

"He's also a brother of our Earth Eldritch lineage." Upon seeing Wu Yuan's aura erupt as he transformed into a hundred-zhang giant, the six peak-stage Eldritch Warriors all revealed smiles, extremely enthusiastic.

"Brothers, let's kill these immortal race bastards together." The black-armored soldier at the front, with a slightly youthful face, turned to Wu Yuan with a wicked grin.

"Haha, sounds good. Kill!" Wu Yuan laughed in response.

The eldritch race was inherently bold and warm-hearted. Even in the unfamiliar land of Huanggu, this trait remained unchanged, bringing a sense of warmth to Wu Yuan's heart.

Whoosh! The youngest Eldritch Warrior, equipped in black armor and exuding the most violent aura, held a large hammer in each of his four arms. He ferociously led the charge against the flame roc.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! The other black-armored Eldritch Warriors also transformed into streaks of light and charged, quickly surrounding the flaming roc that was planning to escape.