Chapter 323: Divine Technique

Mazi Kas, a mid‑level divine beast‑folk deity also known as the Scorpion King of Heaven, is a chaotic evil spirit who, like most beast‑folk gods, reveres battle and enjoys hunting prey.

Its true form resembles a scorpion spirit, with a massive hooked tail that glints coldly, a black armor‑like carapace that appears incredibly tough, and crimson eyes that flash with blood‑thirsty light.

As followers of this god Mazi Kas, they too, like the scorpion spirit, prefer to hide in darkness and then strike with a lethal blow.

The night grew ever deeper.

Mu Yi released a portion of the beast‑folk slaves, moved the auxiliary troops originally in the camp to the rear camp; the auxiliaries' combat ability is actually quite decent—their physique rivals that of the beast‑folk, and they understand battle formations, though only to a respectable degree.

Compared with regular forces, they should be called recruits; Mu Yi does not intend to let them die in vain, as they can create greater value in the future.

In the open camp, scattered squads of beast‑folk slaves were scattered about; they donned auxiliary gear and, under Mu Yi's orders, replaced the auxiliaries to maintain the camp's normal routine.

Mu Yi crouched silently in the darkness, activating the military strategist divine art "Deceiving Heaven and Crossing the Sea", merging his form with the night.

He was deliberately creating a flaw to lure the opponent into making a move.

And now he has already sniffed the dangerous aura carried on the wind.

Beast‑sword saint Barksa led his troops to merge directly into the darkness, cutting off all sound and scent; this divine technique, bestowed by the god Mazi Kas, allowed perfect integration into the dark.

After activating this divine technique, they could not see their own comrades, yet they could sense each person's position—this is the power the technique grants them.

As Barksa delved deeper into the darkness, he easily slipped past the outer perimeter defenses of the camp, unnoticed by any patrol posts, and charged straight toward the camp's center.

"To enslave beast‑folk… unforgivable!"

Barksa's expression turned quite sour; they know that humans enslave beast‑folk, just as they themselves would enslave humans.

But upon seeing the numerous beast‑folk slaves inside the camp, Barksa's anger rose uncontrollably.

This world is ultimately a beast‑folk‑ruled world; the other races are merely struggling, bereaved dogs. To dare provoke the great beast‑folk is courting death.

Nevertheless, Barksa did not let anger cloud his judgment; he and his troops quietly lurked in a corner of the camp.

Following the camp layout observed by the daytime seer, Barksa skirted every defensive structure that might expose him as much as possible.

One must admit, Yang Tiancheng and others arranged the camp very cleverly; at least Barksa had to exert effort to bypass it.

Moreover, if Mu Yi had not replaced the auxiliaries with beast‑folk slaves, Barksa and his men might still have faced exposure risk.

Clang— clang—.

Just as Barksa penetrated the camp, a massive movement of beast‑folk troops echoed from Cold Leaf City, a timing ploy deliberately staged by both sides.

"Heh heh heh, drawing the tiger out of the mountain? These mere beast‑folk actually have a few schemes."

Mu Yi was momentarily stunned by the noise, then quickly recovered; a normal night raid prefers utmost secrecy, and the beast‑folk's flamboyant display could only serve to draw his attention.

What unsettled Mu Yi was that, if it were a tiger‑luring ploy, the enemy troops should already be lurking nearby, yet the sentry posts he placed on the flanks and rear remained unmoved.

"Have they already entered?"

Mu Yi also consulted Yang Tiancheng about the beast‑folk forces in this area.

The legendary beast‑folk of Autumn Frost City died far too unjustly, never getting a chance to employ divine techniques, whereas the beast‑folk divine techniques in Cold Leaf City appear rather varied.

It seems the divine techniques are granted according to each one's abilities.

And the divine technique that allows stealth in darkness was naturally highlighted by Yang Tiancheng.

Mu Yi, without changing expression, summoned Chu Yi, letting the earth‑master Chu Yi search for Barksa and his companions' whereabouts.

Even though their presence had been erased, they still stood upon the earth; that dissonant feeling quickly allowed Chu Yi to lock onto the area.

"They've already gotten to such a position?"

Mu Yi's expression grew serious; his campaign against Autumn Frost City had gone so smoothly that he subconsciously began to look down on these beast‑folk.

But when he saw the beast‑sword saint with over two thousand beast‑folk Supernormal Beings silently crouched within the camp, ready to erupt, Mu Yi swiftly adjusted his mindset, treating these beast‑folk legends with considerable caution.

No wonder Yang Tiancheng's side kept failing; the beast‑folk legends wielding divine techniques are, in some respects, no inferior to them.

Moreover, since this is their home ground, the blessings and aid they receive are even greater, while they have been at a disadvantage from the start.

"Then, let's see who has the upper hand!"

Mu Yi stared at the area where Barksa's group was; fortunately, he had already transferred all supplies and baggage before the battle, otherwise letting the enemy burn them would have been quite troublesome.

But an exposed assassin would no longer benefit from hiding in the darkness.

Mu Yi pondered and moved a sizable contingent of beast‑folk slaves near the enemy—not to encircle them, but to provide a perfect target.

"Kill!" The roar of the beast‑folk rang through the night sky as a massive wave of beast‑folk warriors howled and charged the camp.

Obviously, all the beast‑folk were serving the hidden forces, creating a battlefield suitable for their strike.

At the front of the camp, a heavy thundering of horse hooves echoed—any veteran soldier would recognize it as the cavalry charge of the Great Group.

More importantly, the heaviness indicated that heavy cavalry—true battlefield meat grinders—were charging.

Within Mu Yi's sight, a legion of heavily armored centaurs surged toward the camp, their bodies surrounded by an obsidian‑like hue, from which Mu Yi sensed divine power.

These centaur heavy cavalry, empowered by divine technique, rumbled like an unstoppable steel torrent, deftly evading the targeted traps set within the camp before unleashing a ferocious assault.

The terrifying charge trampled everything, allowing them to sweep from the forward camp into the middle camp in a single breath.

All the beast‑folk slaves blocking their path were crushed into mush, and even the anti‑cavalry chevaux‑de‑frise could not stop these raging steel behemoths.

"Impressive, but still not enough!"

Mu Yi watched the centaur heavy cavalry, feeling a thrill; he saw in them the possibility of upgrading the Animal Realm.

The biggest hurdle for Animal Realm mounts now is universality—one cannot have some soldiers riding tigers and others riding wolves within the same legion.

Even just the issue of consolidating centripetal force is enough to cause headaches, let alone the problem of innate talent smelting.

"Kill!"

Mu Yi erected an Asura Path barrier; instantly, all the controlled beast‑folk slaves' eyes turned blood‑red, and they attacked the now‑slowing centaur heavy cavalry like crazed beasts.

Even with divine‑enhanced defenses, the centaur heavy cavalry were battered badly by this wave‑like, frenzied onslaught.

From front, rear, and sides they were simultaneously besieged by slaughter‑controlled beast‑folk—throwing spears, curved blades, long spears, a myriad of attacks—as the slaves raged against the centaur heavy cavalry, halting their advance.

For a moment, the centaur heavy cavalry were forced back into the forward camp.

Simultaneously, the beast‑folk infantry surged along the centaurs' path, and the two torrents collided in instant slaughter.

But it was obvious that the Beastman Slave side was utterly outmatched; their gear and quality were far inferior to proper Beastman Warriors, and what sustained their fight was the madness of Iron-blooded Slaughter.

Just as the two sides were locked in full‑scale melee, the lurking Ba Sa Ke rose up in rebellion, charging straight toward the camp's main tent and continuously igniting flames along the way, intending to burn the camp down.

"No holding back—whatever it is, kill them all for me!"

Ba Ke Sa appeared like a wraith in the darkness, and even Mu Yi, who had been watching intently, did not see how it materialized.

The opponent seemed to burst from the darkness, swinging his weapon at will and cutting down the prepared Beastman Slave warriors outright.

Even though they are all Beastmen, when their beliefs differ, they may feel a rabbit‑dies‑fox‑saddens sentiment, but once they start killing, they show no mercy.

Between the various Beastman Kingdoms there is no talk of friendship, and even Beastmen sharing the same belief are no friends.

Autumn Frost City and Cold Leaf City guard not only against humans but also against other Beastman Kingdoms.

The rebellious Sword Saint Unit moved like a phantom, weaving through the camp at will; each swing of its weapon claimed an enemy life, while the Beastman Slaves' counter‑attacks inflicted almost no damage on them.

An entire legion acted like a ghost, needing not dodge the Beastman Slaves' attacks; the moment it was struck, it vanished instantly, only to reappear in the darkness.

Weaving at will, the weapon struck the Beastman Slaves from angles they could not perceive, cutting them down outright.

"If I only have these ten thousand Beastman Slaves at hand, today will end in a crushing defeat!"

Mu Yi surveyed the shattered battlefield; even with the corruption of the Asura Path, these rabid Beastmen could not stand against the Beastmen troops empowered by Divine Technique.

He intuitively grasped what the Iron Lion Duke had said—that these Beastmen blessed with Divine Technique possessed the power to slay a Legend.

These Divine‑enhanced Beastmen, in individual combat strength, were almost universally superior to the soldiers under his command.

Had there been Cloud Energy and battle formations, the fight might have been as one‑sided as it is now.

But that is merely speculation.

Mu Yi had been stirring within the camp for so long; he wasn't just idly waiting—he also prepared a grand gift for those Beastmen.

"Six Paths Barrier—Hungry Ghost Path!"

Mu Yi etched a Nether Formation in the camp, capable of drawing the world's nether and channeling its nether energy into the camp.

Originally rootless as floating duckweed, the numerous Hungry Ghosts, empowered by this nether energy, gained the ability to resurrect endlessly, needing no power from Mu Yi's barrier and surviving solely on nether power.

Masses of Hungry Ghosts appeared on the battlefield, launching indiscriminate attacks; even the frenzied Beastman Slaves fell within the Ghosts' biting range.

These Hungry Ghosts not only devoured their energy but also consumed their life essence.

Mu Yi watched the chaotic battlefield and shook his head; without the aura of Six Paths Reincarnation, the Hungry Ghosts could not discern friend from foe, but the Beastman Slaves were merely cannon fodder, able to drag the opposing enemies to their deaths together,

When the Beastmen on the field were completely engulfed by the Sea of Hungry Ghosts, a strange syllable rang out, and the surrounding air seemed to solidify.

"su... au... s..."

The syllables were bizarre single and compound sounds, eerily unsettling, and Mu Yi sensed a fluctuation of Divine Power within them.

This is not an ordinary spell, but a Divine Technique, invoking the divine.

Mu Yi reflexively looked to the sky; the stars hanging on the firmament seemed dimmer, and a gigantic illusory face appeared across the heavens, covering the entire night.

"Great Ma Zi Ka Sa, please descend your Divine Power!"

A bright beam of light manifested.

A massive scorpion tail fell from the heavens, instantly shattering the camp's Nether Formation with overwhelming Divine Power, and the omnipresent Hungry Ghosts were instantly reduced to ash.

"Puff~"

Mu Yi trembled, spat a mouthful of fresh blood, and his complexion turned starkly pale.

Devoid of any resistance, after directly bearing the Divine Technique's assault, Mu Yi glimpsed a fleeting trace of the Divine Being's insignificant might.

Mu Yi's face turned pale; the Divine Technique destroyed not only the camp's Nether Formation but also, through its link with the formation, struck him directly.

Had the Reincarnation Barrier not possessed divinity and Divine Power, he might have perished here in an instant.

He suddenly recalled the Iron Lion Duke, who had held absolute advantage in battle, yet a single Divine Technique had turned the tide.

Recalling the Iron Lion Duke's reverence for the Deity, Mu Yi suddenly sneered and raised a middle finger toward the heavens.

"You petty Deities, how dare you be so brazen—wait until I lead my great army to cut you down!"

"Human Realm Grand Army! Advance!"

After weathering a wave of attacks, Mu Yi fully opened his barrier; invoking the divine is not a casual affair and cannot be used frequently.

Now is the perfect moment for his counterattack.