"Head Spirit, Chief Zaku of the September Tribe has arrived with the entire tribe." As afternoon approached, a group of over four hundred people arrived at the mouth of the canyon. A burly, middle-aged man with a large beard covering his mouth approached Wang Han and respectfully said, "Please give your orders, Head Spirit."
“You must be exhausted after such a long journey. Take a rest first.” Wang Han said with a smile as he looked at the September tribe, who had come with their families, a large amount of supplies, and stone tools. “After you’ve rested, let the adults of your tribe stay and help build defenses. Send some adults and all the children to my tribe for temporary refuge.”
"Head Spirit, the people of the September Tribe are all excellent warriors, and the children are also excellent warriors. They can all participate in the battle, so there's no need to seek refuge." Upon hearing this, the middle-aged Zaku spoke loudly and without hesitation.
"This war will be very difficult. The children are the future of the September tribe and the future of our human race. You can't let them sacrifice themselves on the battlefield so early. What they need to do now is study hard and train hard. They won't be sent to the battlefield until all the adult warriors are dead. Let them go to safety. There, there will be children from various tribes and excellent warriors from various tribes to protect them," Wang Han said seriously, even a little angry.
"Yes, Zaku knows he was wrong. Zaku will make the arrangements right away." Upon hearing this and seeing Wang Han's somewhat angry expression, Zaku, the chief of the September tribe, immediately replied, appearing receptive to instruction. He trusted Wang Han's words completely, without any doubt or misinterpretation, and dared not question them in the slightest, even if he didn't fully understand them. However, he knew that the chief's words were definitely correct and needed to be followed and learned by all the tribes.
"Go!" Seeing Zaku's appearance, Wang Han said with a smile and kindness, "After you've rested, immediately join the construction of defenses. As for what needs to be done, go find Daigu. I've already instructed him on what needs to be done, and he will arrange it for you."
"Yes, Head Spirit." Upon hearing this, Zaku said loudly and energetically, leading the people of the September tribe to rest first.
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As time passed day by day, thirty-five days went by in the blink of an eye, and the day that Wang Han had predicted for the demon horde to attack arrived.
During this period, more and more tribes arrived at the mouth of the canyon, and many tribes from the south also retreated. More than two hundred tribes have gathered at the mouth of the canyon, and more tribes are still coming. The number of people has increased from more than four thousand to eighty thousand.
However, 80,000 people are still a drop in the ocean in this war. They are far behind the huge demon horde that came, both in terms of numbers and individual strength. In particular, nearly one-third of these 80,000 people are women with relatively weak combat abilities.
The canyon's defenses were completed after thirty-five days of construction. All the trees within ten miles of the canyon entrance had been cut down, and the stumps had been dug up. Looking out, the area within twenty miles of the canyon entrance resembled a desolate plain, with all vegetation cleared away. Piles of stumps and logs were sorted and laid out to dry in the scorching sun, like mountains.
Within the canyon, traps had spread for miles, with countless deep pits, each more than three people deep, filled with sharpened wooden stakes. At the canyon entrance, three massive wooden walls, fifteen meters high and three meters wide, had been erected. Each pair of walls was spaced two to three hundred meters apart, with piles of several meters high of discarded wood, dead branches, and withered grass used to level the gaps. These walls were incredibly sturdy, composed of dozens of rows of thick tree trunks arranged one after another. Not only were each log buried several meters deep in the ground, but they were also placed side by side, making them appear as wide as a city wall, resistant even to mudslides.
"Rumble..." As dusk approached, a black torrent surged from the canyon mouth, accompanied by a thunderous roar. A dense, demonic aura swept in from the canyon like a gale.
"Head Spirit, what kind of monster is that?" Standing on the first wooden wall, looking at the horde of monsters rushing towards them like a black mudslide, with a momentum that seemed to want to destroy and engulf everything, the person next to Wang Han took a deep breath and asked Wang Han.
“It’s an ant demon! A monster that has been cultivated from ants! An ant demon in a colony!” Upon hearing this, Wang Han said solemnly, and he was truly solemn.
These ant monsters, though of average strength—only slightly stronger than ordinary humans, and not even comparable to the most common monsters—form a swarm of hundreds of thousands, even millions, or more. The saying "many ants can kill an elephant" truly applies to such a massive swarm, not to mention the individual strength of some members, even comparable to Golden Immortals. And this is just one swarm. However, this isn't what worries Wang Han most. What truly frightens him is that without the control and suppression of the Heavenly Dao, these ant monsters have not only become monsters but are also evolving. It seems their transformation into monsters isn't solely due to cultivation; other factors are at play, as is their evolution.
'It seems that the situation outside Buzhou Mountain is much more serious than I imagined! The situation in the prehistoric world is becoming increasingly gloomy and unpredictable...!' Looking at the ant demon swarm rushing out of the canyon like a torrent, like an army, Wang Han couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
Unlike the area around Buzhou Mountain, where he had secretly cleared away any remaining monsters—let alone large groups of them—even ordinary monsters were extremely rare, making the area remarkably peaceful. However, the situation outside Buzhou Mountain was different. It now seemed that the situation there was very serious. Moreover, the future of the prehistoric world was more complex than he had imagined. It seemed he needed to revise his plan for cultivating the human race; he couldn't cultivate them according to the direction he knew the future of humanity in the prehistoric world would take.
(The tranquility of Buzhou Mountain is unknown to those outside, because most of the demons who enter are eliminated by Wang Han. To the demons outside, Buzhou Mountain is a more chaotic place, even a death trap; none of the demons who dare to enter have ever been able to leave.)
"Ant demons! Demons made from ants!" "Ant demons in a swarm!" Everyone was dumbfounded when they saw the swarm of demons finally appear and heard Wang Han reveal their identities. They all knew what ants were. Before they formed tribes, ants were just a source of meat for them, not even enough to fill their teeth, and they could be easily crushed with a finger.
"Don't underestimate these ant demons. They're even a third larger than wolves, with incredibly hard carapaces and immense strength. Although they're just ants transformed into demons, their power surpasses yours. And their numbers are dozens of times greater than ours," Wang Han said, looking at the stunned humans around him. Who could have imagined that ants, which they had always considered mere ants, would bring such a devastating catastrophe to the primordial world after the chaos of war?
"Yes, Head Spirit." Hearing Wang Han's words, the stunned people immediately came to their senses, their expressions turning serious as they watched the black tide rushing towards the canyon in the distance. None of them dared to underestimate these ant demons. To them, the words of Wang Han, the Head Spirit, were more credible than what they had seen with their own eyes.
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