Chapter 369 The Threat of the Fierce Mantis

The sky and the earth were covered in white, and a long team was advancing in the snow, one step deep and one step shallow.

This was the Fire Tribe's westward expansion team, and now, under the order of the Fifth Xuan, they were returning eastward during the coldest time.

The winter during the ice and snow period was colder than other seasons. Even though these warriors had worshiped the Fire Totem and received the blessings of seven generations of witches, they still needed to wrap themselves tightly to keep away the cold in such a cold winter.

Only when the cold had invaded the skin for too long and they were afraid of causing irreparable damage, would the warriors use the power of the totem to resist the cold winter.

Going forward in such weather was a strong test for the warriors' body and mind, even if they were old warriors who were used to going to war.

"I can still transfer to the mist shadow at any time without any hindrance."

In the Bagua space, the Sun Totem slowly opened his eyes and said to Diwu Xuan.

This is the sixth day of returning to the east, and it is already far away from the Hammer Spirit Tribe. At this time, you can go directly to the Earth Spirit Tribe by going north.

At this distance, the totems of the Sun Totem and the Hammer Totem can still shuttle freely between the mist.

"Perform a sacrifice tomorrow morning to see if the power of the mist can be transmitted."

Diwu Xuan glanced to the north, which was the direction of the Earth Spirit Tribe, but he didn't want to take a look.

The reason why the totems were not allowed to perform sacrifices on him alone was because during the grand sacrifice, the totems followed the sacrifice and absorbed the thick mist faster. This was a matter of experience.

In addition to this, the Fifth Xuan and the totems also discovered that even if the thick mist phantom was far away, as long as the totem spirit performed a sacrificial dance in the Bagua space, the power of the thick mist could be transferred to the thick mist phantom.

This would allow the power of the thick mist phantom to be continuously enhanced, and it might even be consistent with the power of the totem spirit itself.

The team traveled until night, stopped, ate, and rested. The next morning, the grand sacrifice was held under the leadership of the third generation of the Herb Witch.

The grand sacrifice of the Fire Tribe has been completely fixed, and it is held every ten days, rain or shine. Ba Xia

yawned and waited for a while. Seeing the tribesmen organizing the team, he curled up and began to sleep again.

In the Bagua space, Diwu Xuan had already climbed onto the altar. Below, a group of totems stood and waited quietly.

Soon, the great sacrifice outside began. The thick mist in the Bagua space began to roll and expand. This was the feedback of the influx of power from outside.

Under the leadership of the Sun Totem, a group of totems also began to dance the sacrificial dance. Wisps of thick mist began to flow into their bodies. Diwu Xuan's eyes were focused on the Sun Totem and the Hammer Totem.

The thick mist entered their bodies and immediately emitted outwards like a signal, in the direction of the Hammer Spirit Department in the west.

Diwu Xuan was not in a hurry to ask them about the result, but just waited quietly.

After the tribesmen shouted a few more "Huha"s in unison, the great sacrifice was completed, and at this time, the Sun Totem and others gradually stopped.

The Sun Totem and the Hammer Totem that stopped immediately closed their eyes, and soon the Sun Totem was the first to open his eyes.

"It's exactly the same, all transmitted."

He said to Diwu Xuan with excitement in his eyes.

Diwu Xuan nodded, and was quite happy with the result.

After a six-day journey, he was still able to transmit spiritual wisdom and power, which was far beyond the range of the gods.

With such an ability, the Fire Tribe can expand its direct jurisdiction several times in the future. Diwu Xuan knew that this was of great significance.

The satisfied Fifth Xuan announced that he would set off again. Today, there was still a heavy snowstorm, and the team had a hard time moving forward in the snowstorm.

In such weather, the speed of the sled became very slow, and the giant wolf had to endure the cold to move forward.

The road back to the east has no twists and turns, only endless snowstorms.

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"Howl..."

The north wind shuttled through the woods, making a howling sound.

The eighth-generation wizard led the warriors to guard the edge of the jungle. He held the staff nervously, and his hands would tremble indirectly.

"Witch, you step back, we will do it."

The warrior next to him spoke, and the eighth-generation wizard showed him a distorted smile, shook his head, and still insisted on standing here.

It has been eleven days since the Eighth Generation Shaman has been guarding the edge of the jungle to prevent the beasts from suddenly breaking into the Fire Tribe.

Even after so many days, the Eighth Generation Shaman still cannot overcome the fear in his heart, and his hands always tremble.

At the beginning, such shaking naturally attracted the attention of the warriors. Even if it was difficult to say it on the surface, they always had to say in their hearts: It’s still the cowardly Eighth Generation Shaman.

But after eleven days, the Eighth Generation Shaman insisted on guarding here at a fixed time every day, and the closest time the beasts came was when the warriors looked at each other and could see each other’s eyes clearly.

That time, the Eighth Generation Shaman’s legs shook like a sieve, but he not only did not retreat, but took a step forward with his trembling legs.

From then on, no warrior looked down on him, even in his heart.

From sunrise to sunset, no ferocious beasts came that day, and the eighth generation witch relaxed a little.

Now the totems and the leaders are not in the tribe, and the three generations of herbal witches, the sound witches, the tapir witches, the wolf witches, etc., who got along well with him, are also not here. He can only face the ferocious beasts that suddenly started to stare at the Fire Tribe by himself.

At first, he was very scared and didn't even know how to organize a defense line, but fortunately, he had the experience of cutting down big trees with the three generations of herbal witches, so he calmed down at the last moment.

After organizing the defense, he mustered up the courage to go to the front line. After the first few days of adaptation, he gradually became much more stable.

"Another safe day. I hope the Fire Totem will come back soon. Don't worry, we will hold on to the end."

The Eighth Generation Wizard patted the warrior's shoulder, smiled and raised his staff, ready to turn around and leave.

Only at this time of the day would he be truly happy, because only when he left here could he feel safe.

At this moment, the sudden sense of crisis froze the smile on the Eighth-generation wizard's face.

He looked into the depths of the jungle. Because the sun had already set, it was dark there and nothing could be seen clearly.

But the Eighth-generation wizard was sure that there was a ferocious beast there, and it was the most ferocious beast he had ever felt.

"Be alert."

The leader of the guard team had already issued a warning when the Eighth-generation wizard was alert, and all the warriors took a defensive posture.

"There is the smell of Ba Xia here, it may not dare to come."

The Eighth-generation wizard tightened the staff in his hand and said to himself silently.

"Hula... hula..."

There was a sound of grass and trees being touched, and the sound of the wind was much smaller at this moment.

Everyone looked at the dark jungle, and slowly, a tall and thin figure walked out.

It was a mutated mantis, more than ten feet tall, with a green body. Under the light of the torch, its compound eyes flickered left and right.

Its mouth had many petals, which kept stirring and making a sharp sound, making people feel annoyed and confused.

"It's a mantis, be careful, Ba Xia has chased it many times, but it escaped every time."

The voice of the eighth generation witch was a little trembling, but he still said the name of this beast.

The beasts that can be targeted by Ba Xia and still escape are all difficult to deal with or have strong escape ability. This mantis is not only difficult to deal with, but also has a strong escape ability, which left a deep impression on Ba Xia.

Before the Fifth Xuan Lin left, he specifically communicated with Ba Xia and named several invincible beasts, and this was one of them.

"Witch... will it attack us?"

A young man who had just become a warrior spoke up. His eyebrows were still immature, and fear made him tremble more severely than the eighth-generation witch.

"Maybe, but I will be in front of you."

The eighth-generation witch's voice was still trembling, but he asked himself to be brave.

After hearing his words, the warrior nodded vigorously.

As a witch in the tribe, he dared to rush to the front, let alone a warrior like him.

However, there are many people as terrifying as him. At this moment, they miss the invincible Shi.

It is said that Shi can fight a beast alone. Although it is unknown whether it is true or not, many people believe this statement.

"Puff..."

The wings of the ferocious mantis flapped, and the warriors tensed up their weapons, ready for a battle at any time.

The Eighth Generation Wizard raised his right hand high, and the flame on it jumped violently, emitting a scorching power.

The power on it belongs to the Yang Totem Power among the Yin-Yang Totem Powers. The Fifth Xuan was afraid that the Yin-Yang Power would damage the staff, so he only injected the Yang Totem Power each time.

The scorching power made the ferocious mantis hesitate. Its compound eyes flashed, and finally it only made a sharp sound, and its figure slowly retreated and disappeared in the place where the torch could illuminate.

"Is he gone?"

A warrior asked in a low voice.

The Eighth Generation Wizard glanced at the leader of the guard team beside him, and seeing that he was also looking nervously at the depths of the jungle, he took the initiative to speak.

"No."

The eighth generation witch was not very satisfied with the leader of the guard team. He felt that this person's... ruling ability was not enough, and he could not inspire morale and calm people's hearts.

The warriors were afraid before the battle, which had a lot to do with this leader.

But he never blamed this person, because he knew that he was not good at this aspect.

The current Fire Tribe lacks a ruling existence. Even if Zhuo, who went with the Fifth Xuanxi, was here, the situation might be much better.

Unfortunately, there is no if, and the eighth generation witch can only face it.

"Be alert, although it didn't leave, but since it hides its body, it proves that it still has awe of the Fire Tribe. Don't be afraid."

The eighth generation witch began to boost morale, and he didn't know how effective it was.

That night, the eighth generation witch did not return to the tribe's residence to rest, but guarded the whole night.

When the moon was at its zenith, the sound of fighting could be heard in the jungle, mixed with the sharp cries of the ferocious mantis, which seemed to have taken the initiative to attack other ferocious beasts. During

that period of time, the eighth-generation wizard obviously felt that the pressure was not so great, but in the second half of the night, the ferocious mantis came back and quietly guarded outside the jungle.

It was not until dawn that the pressure completely disappeared.

After a night of guarding, the eighth-generation wizard's back was completely wet, and his spirit was extremely tired.

"Witch, you go back and rest, I will guard during the day."

The leader of the guard warriors who took turns to defend appeared and said to the eighth-generation wizard.

The eighth-generation wizard did not show off, and comforted some warriors who needed to stay, and left tiredly with the warriors who were replaced.