bookcurios Chapter 207 Planning an Attack on the Tribe
Chapter 207 Planning an Attack on the Tribe
Tianxuan Continent
Warcraft Abyss
Zhen Li looked at Ma Shanglong, who was the first to open his eyes, and asked, "Fellow Daoist Ma, how are you?"
"Have you found their souls?"
Ma Shanglong shook his head, his expression solemn. "The demons hiding in the shadows are very alert. They discovered me before my soul even entered."
"Fortunately, the retreat was timely; otherwise, it would have been difficult to escape unscathed."
Zhen Li: "What kind of demon is so powerful?"
Ma Shanglong shook his head. "I don't know."
"However, one thing is certain: the other party possesses a magical artifact of the illusionary realm, and its grade is not low."
Zhen Li: "This..."
Ma Shanglong: "Fellow Daoist Zhen, don't be impatient. Let's wait a little longer. Perhaps Sect Master Zhang can successfully infiltrate the illusion."
Zhen Li sighed, "I hope so."
Soul-Capturing Illusion
Wang Mengya and Xiao Xuan led all the cultivators away from the foot of the cliff and headed to the Demon Wood Forest near the Black Eagle Tribe.
Silver light swirled in Xiao Xuan's eyes, and the once vibrant giant tree before him suddenly transformed into a scene shrouded in demonic energy.
Everywhere you look, there is an aura of decay.
Wang Mengya reached out first, broke off a branch as thick as an arm, and quickly shaped it into the form of a spear.
Yue followed suit and broke off a branch to polish.
Wang Mengya turned to look at Xiao Xuan: "Priest, when do we make our move?"
Xiao Xuan turned around and looked at the group of cultivators whose soul power was rapidly declining due to the erosion of demonic energy.
Take out 120 Soul-Replenishing Potions. "Four people per group, each person takes one Soul-Replenishing Potion. When you feel dizzy, drink one-quarter of it."
Xiao Xuan: "Yue, you distribute them to everyone."
"Mengya, you will lead the battle, and I will assist you from the side."
Wang Mengya nodded and turned to look at everyone.
Wang Mengya: "Big brother, second brother, you two deal with the priest of the Black Eagle Tribe."
“Yuan Song, you come with me. Our opponent is the chieftain of the Black Hawk Tribe.”
“Ma Tianjiao, you will lead 50 females to deal with the orcs of the Black Eagle Tribe.”
"Yue, you take 40 females to deal with the females of the Black Eagle tribe."
"The rest will stay by the priest's side and follow his orders, providing support as needed."
Seeing that no one had any objections, Wang Mengya nodded to Xiao Xuan and left with Yuan Song.
Zhao Tianyu and Yun Che exchanged a glance and followed closely behind.
The remaining cultivators automatically split into three groups, with the male cultivators following behind Ma Tianjiao as they left.
The female cultivator followed Yue away.
The remaining twenty or so people all turned to look at Xiao Xuan, their movements perfectly synchronized.
Xiao Xuan glanced around and immediately realized that those who remained were cultivators with weaker soul power.
"It seems that even without their previous memories, their instinct to cooperate in battle is still there."
Xiao Xuan thought to himself.
Xiao Xuan said gently, "Let's go, let's go too."
Qingyue and her group nodded: "Yes, priest."
The Black Hawk Tribe is situated atop a series of towering mountain peaks.
There is a small stone platform at the top of the mountain.
A huge bonfire burned in the center of the stone platform, its dark red flames casting an eerie glow over the entire square.
The priests of the Black Eagle tribe were covered in colorful feathers and held twisted, black magic wooden staffs.
His gaunt cheeks were sunken into his skull as he slowly walked towards the campfire.
His face was withered, and his eyes were deep and dark, like a demon crawling out of the abyss.
The priest stood on the stone platform, holding a black, twisted magic wooden staff.
He muttered obscure and incomprehensible incantations under his breath, a wicked smile playing on his lips.