Chapter 737: There is no Beast Soul Tribe here

On the other side.

In the previous several battles, She Wu, who had been invincible and slaughtered all directions, met his Waterloo.

His modified Beast God power lost all advantage when facing two chieftain-level Beastman Warriors.

After being repeatedly launched into the air by the two Beastman Warriors, he finally realized his inability to win.

Seeing the situation deteriorate, he turned and headed toward the Wandering Great Shaman.

Yuan Lang immediately drove the sea beast beneath him to give chase.

But She Wu, with a mighty blow, sent the two flying in different directions.

Seeing She Wu grinning ferociously as he quickly approached the Wandering Great Shaman,

"Hahaha! You can't kill me; no one can kill me, She Wu!"

His arrogant laughter drifted across the entire sea.

"Hahaha! Can't kill… huh?"

His arrogant laughter hadn't lasted even a few breaths.

The next second, a transparent barrier descended overhead.

It tightly enclosed him inside.

And She Wu, unable to stop his momentum, slammed hard into the barrier.

He contributed a splash of 'mosquito blood'.

Everyone turned to look at the rescue squad standing beside She Wu's path.

The leading Beastman Warrior scratched his head foolishly: "I didn't mean to; I just thought his laugh was too ugly."

The honest Beastman scratched his head, with two shy dimples on his cheeks.

Having said that, he didn't wait for everyone's reaction.

The embarrassed Beastman turned and fled with his teammates trailing behind.

"Run fast, we have no barrier left."

Everyone: "..."

Kid, you're really brave.

She Wu came to after a bout of dizziness and headache.

Furious, he waved his fists, continually attacking the barrier that trapped him.

After all, he was a chieftain-level Beastman Warrior.

Under his relentless assault, the protective barrier emitted a grating, teeth‑aching 'creak'.

After another barrage of punches, it finally gave up the ghost and shattered with a crash.

Before She Wu could rejoice, two strong attacks came straight at him.

One aimed at his head, the other at his abdomen.

She Wu, his face changing drastically, managed only to shield his head.

The next second, he felt a sharp pain surge from his abdomen.

It felt as if his five viscera and six bowels had been blasted through by that punch.

"Ah!!!"

His miserable shriek echoed across the entire sea.

The Wandering Great Shaman heard it and silently cursed She Wu as an idiot.

After waving several shamanic bursts, he turned and emitted an ear‑piercing, sharp cry.

As the people of the Snow Moon Tribe and Beast Soul Tribe felt dizzy and dazed,

he summoned the Wandering Tribe's people to turn and flee toward the deep sea.

In the blink of an eye, they vanished.

Wu Yue and Muyun the Great Shaman exchanged a wordless glance.

The Wandering Tribe's mighty, arrogant fighting strength was not weak.

But even more frightening than that was their ability to escape.

They are truly a model for us.

Without dozens of legs, we'd probably never catch them.

The battle ended.

Yuan Lang and She Man led the people in tallying casualties.

One by one, the wounded were taken to the two Great Shamans for treatment.

Meanwhile, the scouts from the three major super tribes, hiding far away and furtively peeking, wiped the cold sweat from their brows.

They struck it rich.

The already arrogant Snow Moon Tribe and Beast Soul Tribe have joined forces.

They will bring this news back.

They'll probably get their heads smashed by the enraged chieftain.

The scout from the Sea Eel Tribe who came to gather intel was none other than Xiao Bai Lian's subordinate.

Because his captain had long been mooching meals off the Snow Moon Tribe.

He was fairly acquainted with the Snow Moon Tribe's people.

While the scouts from the other two tribes were still observing from afar,

This Beastman Warrior, leading a few members of his squad, boldly approached the Snow Moon Tribe's Beastman Warriors.

"Brother, how did you end up mixing with the Beast Soul Tribe?"

The Beastfolk spoke, his face wrinkling into that of a little old man.

Teng Qian, who was bragging to the tribespeople, turned his head upon hearing that.

Seeing the eel Beastfolk who always trailed the pale-faced Beastfolk to mooch food, he showed disdain.

"What Sea Soul tribe? There's no Sea Soul tribe here."

The Beastfolk looked at him incredulously: "You think I'm blind? Even if those Sea Soul tribe Beastfolk's faces turned to foam, I'd still recognize them."

Teng Qian raised his chin high: "Oh? You say they? They're no longer Beastfolk of the Sea Soul tribe."

All the Beastfolk formerly of the Sea Soul tribe have already joined our Snow Moon tribe.

Now this territory is also ours, the Snow Moon tribe's.

We came today to receive the new territory.

The eel Beastfolk dug at his ear, looking doubtful as if his earwax were blocking his hearing.

"Since the Sea Soul tribe was driven out, this territory should be returned to us, the three great super tribes."

Teng Qian snorted at the words, stepped forward and hooked his arm around the eel Beastfolk's shoulder, displaying a brotherly intimacy.

The words he spoke were especially heart‑cutting: "Brother, have you heard this saying?"

"Territory never disappears; it only shifts."

After a round of brainwashing, the eel Beastfolk scratched the back of his head.

What's wrong? Why do I suddenly feel this territory ought to belong to the Snow Moon tribe?

Watching as several eel Beastfolk stumbled away in a daze.

The original Sea Soul Beastfolk all around looked at Teng Qian and his companions with admiring gazes.

"Brother! Great talent!"

"Come on, brothers, let me tell you: we need not only strong fists, but also strong diplomacy."

"We must grasp with both hands and be firm with both hands, just like this..."

"Chitter-chatter... chitter-chatter..."

After a bit of improper brainwashing, the former Sea Soul Beastfolk seemed to have opened the door to a new world.

Stepping onto the new territory's land, Wu Yue's smile gradually widened.

In the tent, Wu Yue and the great Shaman Mu Yun sat separately at the places of honor.

Below were the heads of each unit in the tribe.

"Each group will rotate duty according to the just‑made assignments."

Our base will be moved to this territory now.

At the Small Salt Fields we'll leave some Half‑Beasts and pure humans to produce salt.

"Each day the rotating squads will bring the salt back to the base."

Orders flowed one after another from Yuan Lang, seated below the place of honor.

All the Beastfolk answered in unison.

After his words fell, the Shaman began to set up patrols and guards for the maritime territory.

The meeting continued until the sky grew dim before ending.

Just then, noises of clamor came from within the tribe.

The Beastfolk hearing the sound stepped out of the tents and saw a large ship slowly approaching the base, docking at the edge of the entrance.

Moments later, the figures of Teng Qian and company appeared on the ship's deck.

They waved exuberantly at the crowd below, flaunting themselves.

The great Shaman Mu Yun gazed at the massive object before him, his eyes flashing with strange light.

"Shaman Yue, is this the gigantic water beast the tribes spoke of?"

Wu Yue laughed at the words: "Great Shaman Mu Yun, this isn't some water beast; it's merely a dead object."

It is something our Snow Moon tribe built to be able to walk on water.

As those words landed, the surrounding gasps grew stronger.

"May I go up and have a look?"

Wu Yue smiled and nodded: "Of course, we are already members of the same tribe."

"If the great Shaman Mu Yun wants to see, he may go up."