I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself-Chapter 250 - 112: Traversing Tens of Thousands of Miles—It Has to Be the Luo River!
Rumble!
Under the night sky, the Kui Ox transformed into a Disaster Beast, crushing back and forth multiple times through the Cyan Patterned Copper Ore Camp, blood gushing like a spring, and Xiaoyang corpses scattering everywhere.
Figures emerged from the mine tunnels, discarding their bamboo baskets, charging at the Xiaoyang Race Soldiers.
No one knows how they survived these days.
Sleeping among their fellow tribesmen's bones, mining veins day and night, every rebellion met with slaughter.
Initially, the Xiaoyang Martial Artists could resist, but as more and more of the Human Race emerged from the tunnels, their sheer numbers began to give them an advantage.
A group of people knocked Xiaoyang down, using both hands and mouths to directly eat Xiaoyang flesh.
Some turned Xiaoyang corpses into a pool of bloody mud, their own hands bloodied, bones exposed, yet they continued relentlessly.
As if devoid of pain, they fiercely then scooped the blood mud into their mouths.
After plowing through the Xiaoyang Camp, Shen Can stopped, the rest required no action from him as the entire mine's Human Race surrounded the Xiaoyang Race.
Even though the Xiaoyang Race Soldiers were overall powerful, these Human Race people, emaciated like twigs, burst forth with unimaginable strength, utterly fearless of death, charging forward to drag Xiaoyang down with them.
This reckless fighting style left the surviving Xiaoyang torn apart, one after another.
"Azhan, you stay here, organize these miners into an army, collect the Xiaoyang Blood Bones, and use Xiaoyang Blood Pills for cultivation."
Looking at the mine veins, then at those whose eyes were filled with a Wild Beast-like glint, Shen Can left Huo Zhan behind.
This kind of hatred has not been seen since leaving the Northern Lands for the first time.
For this, Shen Can took out the Witch Pouch, alongside some Xiaoyang Race Soldiers' corpses from the last battle at the Dragon Landing Ferry.
"Ancestral Temple Keeper, which direction will you head?"
"Same old rule, let the Cyan Simurgh Soldiers maintain contact."
Shen Can pointed to the Cyan Simurgh Soldiers flying high in the sky, so high they were barely visible from below.
…
Then, the Antelope Qilin Beast pulled the war chariot across the mine veins, heading after the fleeing Xiaoyang leader.
This fellow, aggressive and extraordinarily strong, ran remarkably fast.
"How is it, still able to withstand?"
On the war chariot, Luo Feng wore a magnificent robe from Luo Zhi, with Shen Can's weapon propping him up, appearing seated from afar, gripping the handles.
By now, the chariot's cabin had been stripped away, returning to its original form.
Typically, a war chariot has a Charioteer, Left Charioteer, Right Charioteer, sometimes adding Shield Bearers, Long Spear Martial Artists.
But the Bronze War Chariot, being a Witch Artifact, once activated with Witch Runes, its defense power reaches astonishing levels for a short period.
Furthermore, the chariot is massive, like a small mountain, with sharp blades on both sides.
Even without activating the Kui Ox's might, charging into the fray normally could alone create a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
To Shen Can's inquiry, Luo Feng did not respond, yet his expression was refreshed, asking back: "Wasn't that retreating one a Celestial Vein Ninth Layer Xiaoyang?"
"He won't get far!"
Shen Can spoke, pursuing.
This guy is a master at escaping, instincts are sharp too.
At the time, the water light surging on the Kui Ox's battle horn was aided by his Tier Three Witchcraft.
That fellow sensed something amiss, immediately fled.
…
On the steppe, Miao Tuo sprinted as he mobilized blood energy to suppress the vibrations in his body, the dual impact of the Kui Ox and Tier Three Witchcraft making him instinctively sense danger.
It wasn't fear.
But he didn't want to fight hard.
Right!
He simply didn't want to fight hard, he still aimed to advance to the Tier Four Divine Treasure, each time wounded, his success rate to advance diminished slightly.
Rumble!
Then, from the rear came the sound of rolling wheels, Miao Tuo's expression changed.
Damn, they're catching up.
At once, he channeled blood energy to his limbs, leaping and bounding on the ground, speeding up by thirty percent.
"Catch him!"
On the chariot, Shen Can pressed both hands on the handles, gazing at the flickering green silhouette jumping ahead.
As his command fell, the Antelope Qilin Beast pulling the chariot trembled, its hooves generating a mystic earth-yellow light, its speed soared.
Miao Tuo ahead felt them gaining, quickly changed direction, dashing towards the forested area.
His Xiaoyang was the favorite of the forest, able to climb utilizing large trees…
Rumble!
In the forest, Miao Tuo glanced back, the chariot barreling its way through, where it went the great trees toppled, vegetation and earth shattered.
A mountain loomed ahead, Miao Tuo felt joy.
Rumble!
Yet, amidst the booming sounds, giant arrows constantly assailed, forcing him to wretchedly dodge.
Above him, water vapor congregated into a rain of arrows pelting down.
Seizing the moment Miao Tuo dodged, the chariot maneuvered around from behind, blocking his path up the mountain.
"Damn it!"
Miao Tuo grew furious, the Human Race was toying with him.
He turned direction, not far ahead he recalled a Human Race Tribe, uncertain if it remained.
…
On the Bronze War Chariot, Shen Can relentlessly pursued the fleeing Xiaoyang ahead.
Upon seeing a Human Race settlement budding ahead, he grasped a giant arrow he had prepared, hurling it.
As the giant arrow flew, water vapor from all directions would envelop the arrow. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂
The conjunction of Martial Dao and Witchcraft carried simple expression yet explosively doubled its might.
