Reincarnation Paradise: The Crucible.

Chapter 492 Confrontation
"Qiongqi is no longer important, human. From now on, every inch of your flesh and blood will be devoured by the wolves, and even the Ming King cannot save you..."

At the top of the tree canopy, Cang Yue's voice was particularly clear in the increasingly silent night around him, and even his tone seemed to be a little colder than the moonlight shining from the sky.

Before he finished speaking, what responded to him was not the confrontation or scolding as he had expected, but a golden-red line of fire that cut through the night sky with a light whistle.

"Wow!"

The whistling sound of the arrow was like the cry of a phoenix, but it had just spread when the golden-red fire line that broke through the air from behind the death tide had already crossed a long distance of hundreds of meters in an instant.

The blazing flames drove away all the moonlight, and the tip of the fire line pointed directly at Cang Yue's slightly contracted dark golden eyes.

"boom!!"

The next moment, the fire line intersected with the human figure, and there was a sudden loud roar, followed by a magnificent golden-red fireball blooming at the top of the tree canopy.

In an instant, heat waves surged, shadows of trees swayed, large tracts of branches and leaves were turned to ashes and scattered in the scorching heat, and even the blurry human figure in the center of the fireball was completely engulfed and burned by the surging flames.

In the distance, behind the dark red death tide composed of countless hell creatures, a skeleton wolf that was much larger than its peers took slightly slower steps. On its back, Xu Yue, holding a longbow, had a cold expression, and the bowstring in his hand was still trembling.

Now that he has confirmed that he is the enemy, he would rather take direct action cleanly and efficiently than making meaningless threats. At least the latter can save him some trouble.

The raging death tide has now attracted many prying eyes in this ancient forest. The wolf pack in front of them is only the first wave of immortal-level combat power that has actively attacked, and this will definitely not be the last wave.

Therefore, in the following confrontation, if he showed the slightest weakness or retreated, he would most likely be met with countless crazy attacks from other onlookers.

Facing those hunters hiding in the darkness and eating raw meat and drinking blood, being weak will only attract greater greed. Only sufficiently exposed sharp teeth and claws can make them maintain enough respect in fear.

It's the survival of the fittest. Xu Yue, who walked out of the bloody octagonal cage, is very familiar with this rule of survival.

Want to live? Then you must kill the other party until he feels pain, or even deeply afraid!
Only by striking the first blow can you avoid a hundred blows. This principle has been true since ancient times.

He stared coldly at the charred treetops still burning in the distance. As the rising flames gradually died down, he saw a broken wolf corpse with all its skin and flesh burned hanging between the branches, swaying precariously.

Seeing this scene, Xu Yue not only did not relax, but slowly frowned. The aura of the other party was no less powerful than that of the Lord in the cave. He did not think that such an immortal-level existence would be easily killed by the arrow just now.

So...it's some kind of spatial target replacement ability?

As his thoughts turned, Xu Yue's guess was soon verified to be a fact. Suddenly, a wolf howl was heard from the dense shadows behind the wolf pack. Then, the dark green wolves that surrounded most of the dead tide began to respond one after another, with bursts of low roars and murderous intent.

And in the midst of this solemn and murderous scene, Cang Yue, who had just been engulfed by a fireball not long ago, was slowly walking out from the shadow of the dense forest behind him.

With a glance at the charred wolf corpse that was still burning to the upper right of his head, Cang Yue's already cold eyes were filled with an undisguised gloomy murderous intent.

As long as the wolf pack is still there, he can basically be said to be invincible as he can freely exchange positions with his subordinates at any time. So although the unexpected arrow just now seemed dangerous, it actually did not pose any threat to him except for the provocation.

Of course, there was no threat, but this extremely insulting and provocative behavior still made him furious.

In his hundreds of years of career as the Wolf King, this was the first time that he was mercilessly provoked by a weak being like a human being.

"You're fine..."

Glancing sideways at the silver figure still standing tall on the wolf's back in the distance, the gorgeous longbow in the other's hand seemed particularly dazzling in Cang Yue's eyes at this moment. He pulled the corners of his mouth coldly, and then he said no more, but slowly retreated towards the shadow behind him.

next moment.

"Tear him apart alive!"

"Roar!!"

The indifferent command was instantly drowned out by the manic roar, followed by the deafening sound of countless wolves charging.

Looking down from a high place, one could see a mighty wave composed of thousands of dark green wolves roaring and slamming towards the motionless dark red death tide right in front of them. In an instant, the distinct blue and red tides were completely mixed into a pot of bright red, boiling soup in this lush forest.

The white skeleton faced the cold claws, and what burst out was a large amount of blood and body parts scattered everywhere, as well as the hellfire that seemed to be boiling and surging more and more violently in the fight.

The waves intertwined, and wherever they passed, trees were crushed and fell, and the earth wailed and trembled. In just a few seconds, the fight between the two waves completely entered a desperate situation of life and death.

The giant skeleton beasts at the front of the death tide were pounced upon fiercely by the endless densely packed wolves. Even though their fur was scratched by their bone claws and their flesh was singed by the flames, the wolves that followed one after another still used their sharpest fangs to tear every white bone of the giant beasts inch by inch without fear of death.

The creatures of Hell do possess a strong immortality, but that does not mean they are truly indestructible. In the face of absolute crushing numerical suppression with no regard for losses, even the dark red death tide that had swept across half of the Savage Forest not long ago and was invincible is now being forcibly suppressed and forced to retreat.

Only the skeleton was left, with the limbs torn apart by sharp fangs, the hardest skull crushed violently, and even the dark red soul fire that represented the essence of existence was trampled out by countless crowded wolf claws after losing the protection of the skull.

The battle lasted only a few moments, and more than a dozen skeleton beasts of various colors were torn to pieces and drowned by the howling wolves on the battlefield.

Of course, compared to the losses of the Death Tide, the attacking Blue Wolf Pack would only suffer greater casualties. However, in the face of the almost endless large numbers, it was obvious that this insignificant loss never caused any commotion.

Looking around, the fighting on the battlefield was still going on. A large number of charred wolf bodies mixed with broken bones were trampled into the mud, while more wolves were still pouring out from the shadows of the dense forest.

It was like the waves hitting the rocks. Even though every impact would cause blood to splatter all over the sky, the waves continued to surge, and as they became more and more violent, they forcibly built a long and narrow, cruel blood-red embankment in front of the dead tide!
High in the clouds, a giant green bird hidden in the cloud curtain quietly overlooked the blood-red embankment below that stretched for hundreds of meters. Even though she was trying her best to remain calm, the two black pupils in her eye sockets couldn't help but tremble slightly.

She was accustomed to killing, but the tragic scene below was no longer just killing. It was a war, a real, bloody war that was grand and tragic enough.

The powerful vision of birds allowed Qingyao to easily see over a thousand meters, and thus clearly see every detail of the bloody battle in the long embankment below. The wolf, which was the size of a calf, was smashed to pieces by the giant tiger with bones as big as a hill. Under the heavy blow, blood mixed with splattered meat instantly threw out a large bloody curtain.

Under the blood curtain was a half-body that had fallen powerlessly, and all around it were groups of dark green wolves that had brazenly passed through the blood curtain and were rushing fiercely towards the giant skeleton tiger.

The huge size brings these hellish beasts overwhelming power and a wider attack range, but correspondingly, this also makes them the best targets after their enlargement.

Even though the giant tiger could easily blow away several attacking wolves or even smash them to pieces with each slap, it was still unable to stop more and more wolves from clinging to every inch of its huge body and completely submerging it.

So, relying on its exaggerated numerical advantage and fearless siege method, the battle lasted only a moment, and the giant skeletal tiger at the front of the death tide was completely transformed into a constantly wriggling raised hill.

As the wolf shadows surged, the sounds of chewing, tearing, and crisp bone breaking began to be heard from inside the hill, until it quickly returned to silence after just a few seconds.

The next moment, several wolf-like wolves with burn marks all over their bodies suddenly struggled to crawl out from under the pile of corpses. Turbid saliva flowed out from their torn jaws, slowly passing over the shriveled chests that were burnt black by the hellfire, and finally stopped at the tall pile of corpses full of broken limbs at their feet.

On both sides of this pile of corpses, there were increasingly taller bloody piles of corpses winding along the battle line.

Corpses piled up and were trampled flat, the fighting never ended...

The defeat of the giant skeleton tiger was not an isolated case, but a normal phenomenon that was repeated every second on this battlefield. They had already died a long time ago, and now they were beginning to face a second and more complete demise.

"Did you see clearly? If you rashly join the battlefield below, how long do you think you can last? Three minutes? Or shorter?"

A soft whisper came from above the spine. After the words were spoken, Qingyao opened its beak slightly, but for a moment it didn't know how to respond.

Although she was reluctant to admit it, with her current strength, if she fell into the tragic battlefield below, she would be devoured by the swarming wolves in less than three minutes, or burned to ashes on the spot by the raging dark red flames.

This is the fact. No matter whether it is the almost endless pack of blue wolves below, or the dark red death tide that seems to be retreating step by step, Qingyao is completely unable to contend with any of them. Not to mention participating in the fight, even her qualification to watch depends on the existence of Lord Qingque on her back.

"It is not shameful to be weak. What is shameful is blind arrogance and the decadent fear after the arrogance is exposed. So, remember your previous hatred and your current unwillingness. If you cannot be promoted to an immortal, then you will always be a shivering ant hiding in the dark. And the hatred of an ant...ha, no one cares."

"If you want to avenge Qingxi, the Doushuai Palace Conference in ten days will be your only chance. Do you understand?"

“…Yes, Master Qingque.”

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The conversation within the cloud curtain was blown away by the sharp wind from the sky, while around the battlefield, under the shadow of the huge wild forest, there were many more greedy, vicious... or cowardly and retreating prying eyes hidden.

"Big sister, are we really not going to retreat? This scene... is obviously not something that we 'little minions' can participate in. If we make a mistake, we will all be in trouble today!"

On the outskirts of the battlefield, in a hidden tree hole covered by an invisible curtain, the quiet atmosphere was suddenly broken by a trembling voice with a slight hint of crying.

Inside the tree hole, Yi Ling, who was lying at the entrance and looking out from afar, paused when she heard the words, and glanced back at the pale-faced Hemerocallis behind her. She first rolled her eyes in annoyance, and then nonchalantly whispered to comfort her:

"Don't worry, this invisibility cloth I got from Harry Potter is a genuine product, one of the three authentic Deathly Hallows, a high-end product that even the God of Death can hide from us. As long as we don't commit suicide on our own initiative, no one will be able to find us!"

As he spoke, a black and white camera was still floating steadily on the edge of the cave under the control of Yi Ling. Through the invisible ripple-shaped curtain, although it was far away, every inch of detail on the battlefield in the distance was still recorded by this camera.

As a professional war correspondent, Yi Ling certainly knew how risky it was to stay outside the battlefield for a long time. Once the war broke out, the two of them would probably be crushed into dust by the raging beast tide in an instant.

However, there is a saying that goes, fortune and wealth are achieved through risk. As the saying goes, the bigger the waves, the more expensive the fish. If you don't take some risks, how can you quickly earn huge profits?
"So don't be nervous, you just need to be quiet now, or... you can also come and admire this absolutely rare and magnificent battlefield with me!"

After saying this, Yi Ling simply comforted the still somewhat anxious Hemerocallis behind him and said no more. Instead, he turned his attention back to the increasingly intense and bloody battlefield outside the curtain.

Her sight swept across the blood-red embankment that was flooding and expanding in the center of the battlefield. She saw numerous Purgatory Undead being drowned and torn apart by the endless wolf packs rushing over during the fight. She also saw incomplete skeletons of giant beasts struggling to stand up on top of the pile of corpses, spewing flames from their mouths. Wherever they touched, only flesh and blood were burned, leaving only the white bones still there...

Finally, her sight slowly came to rest on the slightly blurry tall figure behind the Death Tide, and in her slightly narrowed eyes there was an indelible look of fanatical admiration.

On the side, Daylily, who was slowly moving to the edge of the cave entrance, also noticed the only human figure still retaining fresh flesh and blood in the dead tide pile. However, unlike Yi Ling's straight gaze, she quickly shifted her gaze away the next second as if she had been electrocuted when she saw the other person's figure.

"Big sister, do you know the one in the Tide of the Undead?"

"Know him? I guess so, but that's not important. What's important is that a Level 2 can summon such a wave of undead. This video will definitely set off a large part of the intelligence market. Hehe, I'll be in the next issue of Paradise Daily!"

The passionate voices kept echoing in the tree hole. Looking at Yi Ling who was excited beside her, Hemerocallis could only pull the corners of her mouth stiffly. Everyone's joys and sorrows are different. Compared to whether she could be on the next issue of Paradise Daily, she was more concerned about whether she still had the chance to return to Paradise alive.

And judging from the current situation, this hope seems to be becoming increasingly slim... Never mind, since it has come to this point, there is no way to escape, so I might as well just watch the show.

"Uh, big sister, I feel like the undead tide is a bit overwhelmed..."

"Don't be impatient. This is just the beginning. Do you know what the most terrifying thing about the Undead Tide is?"

"For what?"

After saying this, Yi Ling's eyes slowly swept across the vast pile of corpses inside the battlefield, and said quietly:

"The more the living die, the fewer there are, but the more the undead... die, the more there are."

(End of this chapter)