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Chapter 16 Relocation of the Entire Clan
Fu Ying glanced at Sang Jie, whose face was deathly pale, and looked at Mo Yan with some surprise.

Is he planning to find a new lover?

Thinking about her current physical form, Fu Ying silently gave Mo Yan a thumbs up; that's quite a heavy taste.

Just then, a loud "crack" rang out from the ground, as if the earth had been cleaved open by an invisible giant axe, and a deep, ferocious, bottomless ravine spread out at an extremely fast speed.

Fuying frowned; an earthquake of this magnitude must have reached at least level eight.

Amidst the chaos, Mo Yan remained remarkably calm. He slowly turned his head to look at Fu Ying, a sinister and eerie smile suddenly appearing on his lips, sending chills down one's spine.

He released his grip on the lintel, then used his other hand to forcefully push the lintel toward the ditch!

Fu Ying's lips twitched, and her body uncontrollably plunged into the bottomless ravine.

She glanced at Mo Yan with the eyes of someone looking at trash, and her raised thumb turned into the middle finger. This dog of a man is truly the epitome of a dark and vicious reptile, testing him round after round.

Fuying didn't struggle, letting herself fall into the ditch, the wind whistling around her.

Standing by the ditch, Mo Yan looked at Fu Ying with a gloomy expression. Could it not be her?
On the other side, when Sang Jie saw Mo Yan push Fu Ying into the abyss without hesitation, her eyes flickered slightly, and her original grief and anger eased a lot. She also breathed a sigh of relief.

She said, what use is a female who can't bring him any benefit? How could she be inferior to an ugly, unfamiliar female?
However, Sang Jie didn't dare to move closer to Mo Yan again.

He's a capricious man; who knows if she'll be the next one to be pushed in?

The Beast God's rage surged wave after wave, causing the ground to crack more and more severely, and most of the mountains to collapse.

Sang Jie knew the situation was critical, so she didn't care about anything else. She gritted her teeth and her body suddenly twisted. Her body quickly curled up and deformed, and in the blink of an eye, she turned into a silkworm as thick as an arm!
The silkworm is snow-white, with its tiny mouth slightly open, spitting out crystal-clear silk threads.

The silkworm that the mulberry mustard transformed into slowly wriggled while rapidly wrapping the silk threads around its body.

As more and more silk threads were wrapped around her, in no time, a round and tight cocoon enveloped her, giving her a temporary "safe haven" against external dangers.

Fuying sat on the tree trunk, looking at Sangjie with a surprised expression.

She never expected that the orcs could protect her in this way!

She glanced at Mo Yan again; he was still standing firmly rooted on the edge of the ravine.

A layer of dark water vapor surrounded him, and it was this water vapor that held him firmly in place. This must be his ability: a mutated water-poison type beast crystal.

This Cangshan tribe is truly blessed. Not only does it have one lightning-type beast crystal, Teng, but it also has a water-type poison beast crystal, Moyan. No wonder the northern beastman tribes have to be mindful of their behavior.

Orc attribute mutation is no easy feat; it's extremely rare, with only one in a hundred surviving. Only those with exceptional talent have a chance.

However, this guy is really vicious. Why don't we take this opportunity to get rid of him?
Fu Ying stroked his chin, a cold glint flashing in his beady eyes.

Mo Yan isn't the male lead, so whether he dies or not shouldn't affect the plot, right?

Mo Yan froze, sensing the danger. He looked around, keenly observing any unusual movements in his surroundings.

However, this sense of crisis quickly dissipated.

Fu Ying silently suppressed her murderous intent. She still needed Mo Yan to bring her to the Cangshan tribe openly and honestly, so as not to arouse Teng's suspicion.

After an unknown amount of time, the earthquake finally ended. The orc continent was vast and open, and the orcs relied on their own abilities to survive, so there were not many casualties. However, the tribes' years of hard work had been in vain. The ground cracked, caves collapsed, and the mountain tribes had to relocate.

Fuying lightly leaped and landed on a crooked tree that had collapsed in the ditch. After thinking for a moment, she smeared some dirt on her face before crying out upwards, "Help—save the female—"

The black mist surrounding Mo Yan dissipated, and he was slightly surprised to hear shouts coming from the ravine.

He thought the little female was dead.

Mo Yan leaned down and glanced at it, his brows furrowed, his muscles tensed, and with a series of cracking sounds from his bones, his legs quickly transformed into a thick, powerful snake tail covered in scales in the blink of an eye.

His upper body remained human, while his lower body, with its scarlet snake tail, swayed gently, sending a chill down his spine.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Yan's snake tail slid down the edge of the ravine with lightning speed.

The next second, his snake tail precisely wrapped around Fuying's slender waist, and with a quick twist, the scales made a soft rustling sound, instantly pulling Fuying up from the ravine.

Fu Ying looked at the snake's tail covered with fine scales, which looked like rubies. However, the sharp edges of the scales cut her skin.

When she stood firmly on the edge of the ravine, her body was covered with tiny wounds.

Fu Ying squatted on the ground, holding her head and panting heavily, looking like she had just survived a disaster. But in her heart, she was frantically giving Mo Yan the middle finger. Sooner or later, she would skin Mo Yan alive!

"You're lucky to be alive." Mo Yan glanced at her sideways and sneered.

After saying that, he ignored Fuying and turned to take charge of the overall situation.

Sang Jie emerged from the cocoon at this moment, but her face was visibly pale, and she seemed listless. It seemed that this life-saving method was an excessive drain on her.

Fu Ying lifted her eyelids and looked at the beastmen of the Half Mountain Tribe who were weeping bitterly.

They survived the disaster, but their homes were destroyed.

Just then, Fu Ying suddenly heard the chief's surprised and uncertain voice: "The whole clan is relocating?!"

She looked up into the distance, and Mo Yan curled her lips: "What else? Anyway, you're already a subordinate tribe. Destroying the entire Banshan tribe and merging into our Cangshan tribe is your only option now, isn't it?"

He spoke with such confidence that it made the chief of the Half-Mountain Tribe furious.

Fu Ying clicked his tongue lightly. Now he's not interested in females anymore, he wants to bring the whole tribe home.

Sang Jie dragged her weary steps to the leader and glanced at Mo Yan, who had a half-smile on his face.

She said, "Chief, the beast god's anger may mean that this land is no longer suitable for living. I suggest that the whole tribe relocate and seek refuge with the Cangshan tribe, so that we will have someone to rely on in the future."

Sang Jie had long wanted to go to the Cangshan tribe, and now was a good opportunity, so she would naturally do her best to make it happen.

Looking at Sang Jie, the chieftain seemed to age ten years in an instant. After a moment, he asked in a hoarse voice, "When did you start colluding with the Cangshan tribe?"

Sang Jie paused, looked at Mo Yan, and pursed her lips, saying, "I don't understand what you're saying."

After saying that, she continued, "Chief, be smarter so you can live longer. Don't end up like the chief of the Oasis tribe, who died without any value."

(End of this chapter)