On Qingli Island, Chu Tian, ​​with bare chest, a bloody leopard skin wrapped around his waist, a python skin draped over his shoulders, and a savage and bestial aura all over his body, calmly walked through the camps of slave warriors one after another.

Chu Tian has used the Haoyue Transformation Technique to change his body shape and appearance.

At this moment, he was about 13 feet tall, with dark skin covered with all kinds of dark blue weird tattoos, looking extremely ferocious. His long hair was scattered behind his head, and sweat and blood made his hair tangled into small wisps that looked like whips.

Tian Xiu used the jade tablet to control all the slave warriors, and he was not worried that they would escape from the battlefield. Therefore, Tian Xiu did not impose many restrictions on the slave armies under his command, large and small, as long as they fought hard.

On Qingli Island, slave camps of all sizes were mixed together in a mess, just like a tent area where countless refugees gathered. It was extremely chaotic.

The wealth accumulated by Qingli Island for countless years was plundered by them. Although the main spoils had been taken away by Tianxiu, the slave warriors who handled them still gained a lot of benefits.

The camp was filled with slave warriors drinking and having fun, and shouting wildly. The fine wines from the cellars of various wineries, restaurants, big families, and various forces of all sizes on Qingli Island were squandered by these slave warriors without any regret.

Piles of bonfires emitted bright light and heat at night. Fat beef, fat sheep, fat chickens, fat geese... large amounts of meat were roasted on the bonfires until they were golden brown and juicy. The aroma of the meat almost became a substance, making people want to burp.

The cries of women's despair could be heard from many tattered tents, all kinds of strange sounds of flesh hitting each other came from all directions, and the excited and distorted roars of the slave warriors were like the roars of wild beasts, echoing far away in the night.

In many places, slave warriors belonging to different groups or the same group, who were drunken due to the alcohol, drew their swords and turned against each other because of trivial matters, and slashed and killed wildly amid the excited roars of countless companions. Blood sprayed along with the flashing swords and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Demons were dancing everywhere, and the air was filled with smoke. When Chu Tian walked past a group of slave warriors who were enthusiastically smearing oil on ancient trees and lighting the towering ancient trees as torches, he knew that the Qingli Island was completely destroyed.

Rebuilding it will not be something that can be accomplished in three to five hundred years.

Suddenly, three heavy flying knives whizzed towards Chu Tian from the side. The three-foot-long flying knives flashing with cold light must weigh tens of thousands of pounds. Only a cultivator with extremely strong physical strength would choose to use such a heavy weapon!

It's nothing like spiritual practice. Some disciples of Jianmen use flying swords that are only a few inches long. When activated by sword techniques, they can still unleash terrible killing power.

Chu Tian waved his right hand, and the heavy hammer made a "wu" sound, leaving a black afterimage. The three flying knives hit the heavy hammer heavily, and were easily smashed into pieces by the black and heavy hammer.

Dozens of feet away, a group of slave warriors gathered around a campfire, their faces red from the alcohol, their eyes fierce, and they were panting like wild beasts. They just burst into wild laughter, and the laughter stopped abruptly.

They looked at Chu Tian with astonishment. The tallest one among them, a bald strong man who was almost as tall as Chu Tian now, looked at this side with a twitching face. On the ground at his feet, there were nine large flying knives that were exactly the same as the one that was just broken.

Chu Tian glanced at the big man with a cold gaze.

Obviously, these guys were drunk and bored, and wanted to stir up trouble to vent some of their excessive energy. Chu Tian, ​​who was passing by alone and was a stranger, became the best target for them to pick trouble.

However, they never dreamed that they were provoking such a terrifying existence!

There is a huge gap between the Tian Xiu who practice ordinary skills and the Tian Clan who practice "Heavenly Skills". The "Great Dream Divine Canon" that Chu Tian practices, the mutated "Nine Dead Black Turtle Skills", and the "Heaven-Defying Sword Canon" that has reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship in this world are all more advanced and magical than ordinary "Heavenly Skills".

These ordinary celestial cultivators, whose strongest physical strength is no more than ten dragon powers, and whose strongest destructive power they can unleash when they reach the life-establishing realm is no more than dozens of dragon powers, are no better than ants in front of Chu Tian, ​​whose physical strength has reached 720,000 dragon powers and whose magic power is even higher!

Tilting his head, Chu Tian glanced at the group of slave warriors who had drawn their weapons and were ready to move. Then he bent down and picked up a stone the size of a human head from the ground.

After weighing the stone, Chu Tian threw it out with utmost caution.

With a bang, the stone followed an absolutely straight trajectory, breaking into dozens of white circular gas explosions along the way, and directly hit the chest of the big man who had just thrown the flying knife.

Chu Tian was very careful and controlled his strength very carefully, but the stone he threw still pierced through the big man's chest. A blood mist spurted out, and more than a dozen slave warriors behind the big man howled in unison, all of whom had their arms broken, shoulders shattered, or their chests pierced by the stones that were so fast that they could not see their shadows.

The screams just started and then stopped at the same time.

Dozens of big men gritted their teeth and looked at Chu Tian in horror, not daring to make a sound.

Chu Tian sneered and made a threatening gesture of cutting their throats, then continued to stride forward with a "hehe" laugh.

Walking along the way, Chu Tian soon saw a huge blood-red flag on a ten-foot-high flagpole beside a pond in front of him. In the middle of the flag, there was a white wolf howling to the sky and a black eagle spreading its wings and flying high.

We have arrived at the Eagle Wolf Regiment’s base.

Unlike the messy and chaotic slave camps around it, the Eagle Wolf Group's camp was very neat and orderly. Trenches were dug on all sides, simple early warning prohibitions were set up, and there were watchtowers and arrow towers in every blind spot, with bird monsters with amazing eyesight on duty on top.

The tents in the camp were neat and clean. Teams of Eagle-Wolf Warriors sat neatly around the campfire, eating meat and drinking wine. However, they did not make any noise, which showed their strict discipline.

In the dark corners of the camp, there are secret sentries lurking.

From what Chu Tian saw, there were twelve patrol teams circling the camp. Many wolf monsters transformed into their original forms, and giant wolves mixed in with the patrol teams, sniffing their noses constantly, but if outsiders approached, it would be difficult to hide from their sensitive noses.

The camp had a gate facing the water pond. Chu Tian saw at a glance that the old yellow wolf, who used to carry him around in Qizhou, had turned into a human form with a yellow wolf head. He stood stupidly in the middle of the gate, and was obviously the leader in charge of patrolling.