Chapter 535 This is no longer an ordinary alien race, we must strike hard

Outside the Giant Claw Canyon, there should be vast expanses of lush green forests.

But now it is gone, it is completely bare, almost like a wasteland, without even a single plant left.

There was only soil and large areas of dried and broken plant debris.

Large areas of dense forest have completely disappeared!

A huge group of Red Claw Clan stood there in an orderly manner, and there was no end in sight at a glance.

Their positions formed a special pattern, and they were constantly moving along a special trajectory, emitting powerful spiritual power fluctuations.

The setting sun dyed the charred tree stumps blood-red, and the dark shadows stretched long and narrow on the ground.

In the very center, twelve tall red claw creatures formed a circle, with bloody mist rising from the cracks in their shells.

An old Red Claw tribe member with gorgeous patterns on his body came over, chanting a strange language that humans could not understand, and pierced their chests one after another with his claws.

The dark blue blood spread along the scorched earth with gullies, and continued to spread along the gullies that had been dug out long ago, gradually outlining three "scorpion"-shaped talismans that were devouring each other head to tail.

The warriors of the Red Claw tribe broke off the left claw with fanatical force. The slurry that spurted out of the broken end poured onto the ground and was absorbed by the hard ground below, which was no longer like soil.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"

The rough roar was mixed with madness and excitement that was almost like mental pollution.

The twelve sacrificed people with mutilated limbs kept hitting their bodies with their remaining claws, breaking the hard outermost scales like porcelain, and the scales fell off piece by piece along with blood.

When they completed the almost molting-like action, following an order from the priest-like old man of the Red Claw Clan, they simultaneously raised their claws, which had been dyed blue with blood, high up to the sky and knelt towards the center in a twisted posture.

At this time, their bodies were already covered in blood and flesh.

The claws used for fighting and walking have been removed by their own hands, and the shells on their bodies have long been peeled off, revealing the crystal white flesh inside.

"laugh"

A faint sound came from deep underground.

Along the ravine that looked like a crack in the ground, along the formation lines that had been filled in a lot.

The twelve statues were tall and powerful, at least at the level of Heaven and Man. However, the flesh and blood on their bodies shriveled up, dried up, and turned into ashes in an instant.

Only twelve complete skulls remain, like the markings on a clock.

"Festival!"

The old priest shouted loudly, and immediately more members of the Red Claw Clan strode forward, stabbing their sharp claws directly into the chest, cutting open the chest and abdomen and causing blood to splatter.

When one dies, another immediately takes his place.

These members of the Red Claw Tribe were like crazy, spreading outward with their twelve head shells as the base, committing suicide one after another.

Until the blood gathered into streams, until the corpses covered the ground.

As more and more members of the Red Claw tribe continued to offer sacrifices, a sticky gurgling sound came from deep in the soil.

"Fuck, they're all gathered here! No wonder our journey here was so smooth! The patrols and arrests we encountered weren't as severe as when we were crossing the line of fire!" Fatty Qian was shocked. "And what the hell are they doing with all this suicide?"

"I don't know, but I think we should do something now. Since they're doing it secretly, it must be something extremely important."

Wang Teng spoke very calmly, having already drawn the long sword from his waist, and the blood in his body began to circulate.

He watched as twisted red and black mist continued to emerge from the six pyramids made of human heads, and his anger continued to rise.

"Fifth Brother said, the more the enemy wants to do something, the more we must prevent them from doing it. There are no surveillance arrays in the enemy-occupied areas, so the invigilators can't see our live broadcasts or receive our messages."

"Fifth Brother disappeared at the beginning of the assessment. Now we can't contact him, let alone where he is. We can only rely on ourselves."

"This isn't just a college entrance exam anymore. This is a war between humans and the Red Claws! Damn it, we have to take the initiative and do something to stop this conspiracy of the Red Claws!"

"That's it! We have to hit him hard and hard!"

Qian Xiaopang also held the magic wand in his hand, his eyes full of murderous intent.

"Brother Wang, what do we do?"

Wang Teng glanced at the scene in front of him and said sternly, "Lend me your wand. We don't have a chance to rob the house. We have to teach them a lesson here!"

"Give."

Qian Xiaopang directly handed over his precious magic wand.

"Constrain your breath."

"Hide your body."

"Detect interference."

"Light sound and quiet steps."

"Iron armor protects the body."

Wang Teng cast five spells on himself and his brothers in one breath, all of which were used for sneak attacks and self-protection.

During the battle for the safe zone in the first level of the training camp, he relied on this skill to continuously rank up among those powerful enemies, and by the way, he relied on stealing "airdrops" to develop secretly, and only then did he pass the first level.

When it came to being the sixth child, he was forced to become quite experienced despite not yet fully developing.

Just as Wang Teng was about to leave, Qian Xiaopang grabbed him.

"Don't worry, I have work to do too. I haven't learned anything in vain these few days."

"Great power."

"Swift as the wind."

"Invigorated."

"Recover quickly."

"Grinding the hard blade."

"Weakness special effects."

Feeling the powerful force constantly surging in his body, Wang Teng looked at Qian Xiaopang with a look that suddenly became strange.

My brother and I are close friends, and you are playing tricks on him?

With all these buffs, you still say you haven't learned how to fight?

You play me?

Qian Youcai knew what his brother's look meant, so he quietly explained, "Cooking is a strenuous job. How can you lift the pot if you're weak? It requires immense strength. Often, cutting ingredients requires quick, accurate, and ruthless movements, so hand speed is crucial. It requires swiftness like the wind."

"In order to match my unusual hand speed, it's crucial to improve my mental strength and reaction speed, which requires a boost of energy. Every time we cook a dish as spiritual chefs, we'll experience significant energy consumption in various areas, which necessitates rapid recovery."

"There's no need to explain how to sharpen the blade. It's used to maintain the knife's sharpness. You can't have a blade that becomes blunt after just a few cuts, right? That's too much."

"This weakness effect is for when I encounter a Hard Armored Crab that has a hard shell all over its body and almost no soft armor links. It can greatly increase my attack power, mainly for amplifying blunt force attacks."

"I learned all of these for cooking. They had nothing to do with combat. They just happened to be suitable for the current situation."

Qian Xiaopang said he was innocent.

Wang Teng felt like he had a lot of complaints in his heart that he wanted to vent, but at this moment and in this situation, he couldn't say it out loud.

He simply put all these messy problems aside, picked up the spiritual sword he won from the training camp, and went out with Qian Xiaopang who was holding the magic wand tightly.

"See that older one with patterns on his body? I don't sense any pressure from him. It's probably the commander of the Red Claw Clan in this small world, the Golden Body Martial King!"

"Our goal is to get close to it and try to kill it!"

"At the very least, we must severely damage it. We must stop this damned ritual!"

"These damn alien races love to use blood sacrifices to create formations with strange powers, just like the Yu Kun released by the pagan woman we met with Fifth Brother last time!"

"These Red Claws are actually doing the opposite of what we're doing, deliberately clearing the moist forests and turning them into wasteland. They're even holding this evil sacrifice in this very wasteland, which is the worst place for them," said Fatty Qian. "If we hadn't come here on a whim, we'd probably have done what they wanted!"

The two brothers walked straight to the center of the formation as if no one was around, passing by one fanatical and weird-looking member of the Red Claw Clan after another, and continued to move forward.

Their figures were completely hidden by the spell, their voices were also covered, and even the detection of mental power was misled by the power of the spell.

This made the eight late-stage celestial beings Chizhao, who were responsible for the safety of the sacrificial site, not notice anyone breaking in at all. They still stood in the outermost circle and faithfully carried out the tasks assigned by King Wu.

The closer they got to the center, the more they could feel that extremely evil aura.

The strong smell of blood almost filled their entire nostrils.

There are not only those from the Red Claw Clan, but also those from humans.

Bones mixed with flesh and blood were scattered on the ground, and the energy and vitality contained in them faded away at an extremely fast speed.

A complete corpse of a human warrior had its flesh and blood completely peeled off in just a few minutes, disappearing without a trace.

Eventually, even the bones began to decay, break, and become part of the ground.

It was as if this formation would directly plunder their vitality, making Wang Teng and Qian Xiaopang, who were protected by the curse, feel extremely uncomfortable.

The further you go inside, the more uncomfortable it becomes, as if countless needles are constantly piercing your skin, but there are no wounds on your body.

The blood was spreading, filling the ravine and continuously outlining the entire formation.

Suddenly, a buzzing sound like the flapping wings of a swarm of bees was heard from the abdominal cavity of King Wu's Red Claw Clan.

It was like receiving some kind of signal.

The Red Claw Clan members in the middle circle had almost no hesitation. They decisively pierced their bodies with their claws and opened their skulls cleanly while they were still conscious.

In an instant, the blue and red mixed blood suddenly turned into dead gray.

From the inside out, the gray viscous liquid boiled along the lines of the formation, melting all the broken bones and flesh fragments scattered around into liquid.

The sound of shells exploding continued to be heard from the formation.

The Red Claw Clan whose cultivation was below the Dao Entry Realm actually exploded one after another. The flying broken armor and flesh condensed into blood beads in mid-air and fell accurately into the criss-crossing grooves of the array.

At this time, the two brothers had already endured the discomfort and came to the center of the entire formation.

The distance was so close that one could clearly see the fine hairs on the red claws of King Wu and hear the constant hissing coming from its body.

The other party might really be confused by the power of the spell and failed to detect their location.

Or, it may have known in some way that the two were nearby and preparing to launch a sneak attack, but because of its absolute confidence, it didn't care and let it go.

Call it confidence or arrogance.

The only golden-bodied martial king of the Red Claw tribe in this small world had no intention of taking any action. He just continued to preside over the formation and urged the operation of the formation.

Wang Teng has already raised his sword, and the circulation of his qi, blood and spiritual energy is accelerating continuously. He has reached the peak of the True Dragon Creation Technique under normal conditions, but he still hasn't stopped.

The faint dragon power was rising from his body.

He subconsciously glanced back at Qian Xiaopang, but was almost frightened by the other party and immediately broke away from his desperate state.

Qian Xiaopang, under the stunned gaze of his brothers, raised his wand high with both hands, and it turned into a three-meter-long blood-gold stick!

Two completely different flames, one gold and one red, burned at both ends of the long stick, emitting terrifying fluctuations that far exceeded those of spiritual weapons.

The chilling murderous intent that came from nowhere was even sensed by King Wu Chizhao, who was in a frenzy, and his body shuddered subconsciously.

Fortunately, it did not notice the two of them. It just looked around twice and then continued to preside over the formation.

The smell of rotten scorched earth mixed with the fresh smell of rust entered the nostrils. The two brothers' accumulated strength was about to reach the peak of what they could endure.

They did not rush to take action, but continued to wait.

Wait for a suitable opportunity, a time when the opponent is at his most vulnerable, and defeat the formation master in one fell swoop.

If nothing unexpected happens, they will probably only have one chance to attack.

If you fail once, you must run away immediately.

Even though the Red Claw Clan in the field were almost all dead at this time, the remaining twenty or thirty Heavenly Realm masters alone were enough to give them a hard time.

"roar!"

When the roar sounded, the Red Claw Clan in the inner circle immediately used their claws to crush each other's shells. The fallen fragments floated strangely in the air, and continued to turn into one incomprehensible rune after another while burning.

When the glow of the setting sun was completely covered by the thick clouds, all the blood suddenly flowed back towards the center of the formation at an extremely rapid speed.

Not only that, even the talismans floating in the air began to spread out in all directions, as if melting between heaven and earth.

Now is the time!

Without any communication, Wang Teng and Qian Xiaopang moved at the same time.

The domineering sword intent shot out from the void and was completely condensed on the long sword in an almost physical form.

The extreme sharpness almost cut through the space as it stabbed towards the heart of King Wu Chizhao.

At the same time, a long fire-stained stick that almost reached the sky came crashing down from the sky like a falling meteor.

The wild force caused the red-gold staff to bend slightly, sucking out a terrifying whistling sound from the air, heading straight for the head of King Wu Chizha.

The two brothers shouted at the same time: "Foreigners, die!"

P.S. I have to go on a business trip tomorrow. If I can finish the draft, I will update! If not, I will have to take a leave.

(End of this chapter)