Sooner or later, he would take his revenge. Then, he would lead the great army of the Snowfield Tribe to invade the human world and hold a barbecue feast!
On the withered branches, white mist condensed into cold water droplets, their dripping sound neither rushed nor slow. An occasional rustling sound echoed, as if something was slowly approaching.
"Let’s leave this place first."
Fusai took out a card and activated something. A strand of green light cut through a mysterious path and injected into his body. Vibrant with vitality, it clashed with the Power of Rules of the Blood Spear.
"Yes, Your Highness..."
Mondo hadn’t finished speaking when the delicate little hand in the box suddenly twisted, dragging out a shadow. It was as if it were undergoing a violent chemical reaction, writhing madly!
"Throw it away quickly!" Fusai realized something was wrong and shouted.
Instinctively, Mondo threw the box away, but the shadow swirled like wild smoke. Countless eyes emerged one by one, greedily spying on the whereabouts of the living.
Several sharp blades erupted from the soil, piercing the flesh of a dozen Werewolves. Sharp teeth gnawed and tore, like beasts devouring prey, accompanied by rustling chewing sounds. Even Mondo had his thigh pierced and couldn’t break free for a moment.
"What in the world is this!"
Fusai’s eyelids twitched. Realizing this might be the "Beast," he immediately unleashed his Werewolf talent, then fled, leaving behind a crimson trail. He was not foolish; the severed hand sent by the Great Elder was indeed problematic.
Where he landed, the soil was like a putrid swamp, mixed with a faint fishy smell. As Fusai ran wildly, he paid no attention to the changing soil, which unexpectedly began writhing, devouring corpses like a living organism.
Accompanied by a sharp, excited, and frenzied roar from deep within the white mist, a dark hand slammed down. Fusai was crushed, exploding into a haze of blood mist!
Not far away, a blood-red young wolf leaped out, transforming into the reborn Fusai. He crashed into the white mist, fleeing in another direction, panic-stricken.
As if the heavens were collapsing and the earth splitting, a thousand-foot Demon tore through the white mist, hunting down the one who took her severed hand.
Fusai was scared out of his wits. A mere peripheral glance subjected him to the most dreadful pressure. Even from a great distance, his Soul trembled.
Not to mention, he had been pierced by a ’righteous’ backstab, creating a bloody hole. He left a trail of gushing blood, and weakness gradually overwhelmed him.
"Damn it!" Fusai, a Prince of his tribe, had never suffered such humiliation, now fleeing desperately in disgrace. He growled lowly.
A large hand of black mist slapped down a violent gust, nearly hitting him. Even so, his insides churned chaotically, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.
"AAAHHH! Shameless humans humiliate me, and even you, an ugly creature, dare to kill me?"
Fusai was furious. Unable to suppress his anger any longer, he launched a forbidden technique, burning his bloodline! This was a Secret Technique of the Snowfield Tribe, sacrificing lifespan and Bloodline Power to unleash several times his normal power, a desperate gamble used only when in a Desperate Realm.
A vast surge of blood energy transformed into a giant, silver-furred wolf above his head. It smashed glaciers and bathed in wind and snow as it engaged in a fierce battle with the Lantern Girl.
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Fusai, wounded, abandoned all reason and frenziedly attacked the Lantern Girl. He transformed the humiliation Chu Yi had brought him into raging battle intent, unleashing it all! He fought with burning intensity, gradually gaining the upper hand.
This made Chu Yi, secretly observing the battle, very satisfied. This Wolf Prince is ferocious when he powers up; it wasn’t in vain that I set this grand scheme.
"Master, I beg you, do not persecute His Highness the Prince any longer! We will agree to all your demands!"
The Great Elder, already blind with age, knelt on the ground, begging humbly, hoping for a trace of compassion from the youth. The Cultivation of Witchcraft naturally shortened one’s lifespan, and his remaining lifespan had now been erased. The Great Elder’s hearing was dull, but the Prince’s frantic roars occasionally drifted into his ears, making him understand that Fusai had used the Forbidden Secret Technique, sacrificing his future potential.
Once this eruption passed, Fusai would be finished. How detestable! He harbored deep hatred towards this youth, but it turned to fear of the unknown and awe of absolute strength.
"Oh, Prince Fusai is fighting the ’Beast’ voluntarily to show his loyalty to the Queen. Great Elder, this is your chance to pledge your allegiance."
Having just finished a milk popsicle, Chu Yi licked his lips, a hint of rose fragrance lingering at the corners. He spoke righteously, "Only then can our honorable Queen trust you unconditionally."
Eh? With this wicked expression, why do I feel like I’m becoming the villain?
The Great Elder bowed his head, clenching his fists, silent, his heart filled with despair. He had come full of ambition, ready with a series of plans to achieve great merits in the Divine War, hoping to improve the tribe’s life. Instead, he was returning utterly defeated.
Sensing his lifespan was short—a result of this youth’s machinations—all he wanted before dying was for Fusai to survive and safely return to the Snowfield Tribe.
"Alright, then hand over everything you’ve brought... cough, as an offering to our esteemed Queen," Chu Yi extorted.
Nearby, Count Magister, who closely followed Chu Yi, along with some trustworthy nobles, witnessed Fusai’s madness as he battled the giant "Beast." They felt not only admiration but profound awe towards Chu Yi. The Snowfield Tribe was not inferior to the Rein Duchy, perhaps far surpassing it. Yet Prince Fusai was reduced to a clown, toyed with by Lord Chu Yi’s scheme.
Lord Chu Yi not only has terrifying strength but is also skilled in strategy and enjoys scheming against others. We must never offend him.
The Great Elder had no choice but to comply. He took out a spatial storage artifact and transferred to Chu Yi all the wealth and resources originally meant to support this Divine War.
Even if I don’t hand it over, this group of greedy nobles will surely loot it all after my death. It’s better to hand it over willingly in exchange for the Prince’s safety.
"Is this the Blood Gem? It nourishes the physique with no side effects—a high-grade magic ore?!"
"West German Ore? Adding a little enhances equipment quality—an extraordinary material!"
"Fire Dragon Grass Seeds, capable of nurturing Fire and Wood type Pet Beasts, can be exchanged for many good things among humans!"
Besides these, there were treasures of unknown origin. The nobles’ faces revealed their greed and obsession with wealth. The Great Elder had handed over so much; the Snowfield Tribe was truly wealthy!
However, under Chu Yi’s autocratic rule, ninety-nine percent of it would go to the Queen. The small portion that leaked through his fingers would still be enough for the nobles to scramble over like wild dogs.
"Alright, everything should end now." Chu Yi glanced at the fierce battlefield, filled with pits and hollows.
If I hadn’t wounded Fusai with that shot, applying a debuff and causing excessive blood loss, then once this Forbidden Secret Technique emerged, I would have had no choice but to grab Lias and flee, assuming I didn’t want to expose the Deceit Beast. This is already fairly advanced combat power within the Dawn Star tier. It’s still far from the Moon Princess, though. My fiancée can summon meteor showers with a wave of her hand and reduce three dimensions to two with a swing of her blade—terrifying strength! I must visit her next full moon for an in-depth exchange about the new... techniques of Morning Star Powerhouses.
"Master, didn’t I do well?" A soft, delicate voice echoed in his mind, seeking her master’s praise.
Chu Yi nodded, smiling softly. All along, Nine-Infant had been manipulating the grand scheme behind the scenes, leading Fusai by the nose. After devouring many "Beasts," Nine-Infant’s eerie power intensified; it could invade minds and generate thoughts that the person themselves wouldn’t even notice. This was the method of the Desire Mother Goddess: birthing cravings, producing desires. Nine-Infant was beginning to take shape.
Raising the Blood Spear, he impaled the defenseless Great Elder, from whom all value had been squeezed. His Soul was reaped by the Chaotic Burial Mound.
Those not of my kind are sure to have different hearts. Did he really think I wouldn’t know the Great Elder was using his last vestiges of life force to plot a desperate Witchcraft to assassinate me? Offering those treasures was merely a ploy to make me lower my guard.
Chu Yi glanced at the battlefield. He watched Fusai, his power waning, his face a mask of terror and despair, get caught by the Lantern Girl and thrown into her maw. Met with gnashing teeth, a puff of blood mist erupted.
A streak of crimson lightning flashed in Chu Yi’s eyes as he activated his Golden Body to vanquish the Lantern Girl.