Chapter 1188: Is it ever going to end?

Another thoroughly exhilarating great victory, the demon tribe once again repelled the human race's attack.

But they felt little joy, for they had not captured a single human.

A demon tribe member muttered complaints.

"Are these humans smeared with oil on their feet? They run so fast."

"Exactly, their combat strength is pitiful, yet their talent for fleeing is top-notch."

"In my view, they are now no weaker than those few races in the myriad worlds that are best at fleeing."

"I have fought the rat tribe before; those fellows can even dig tunnels, but I say, even the rat tribe cannot match these humans in fleeing."

"Next time, next time we must definitely capture two live prisoners, and absolutely not let them escape again."

"That's for sure."

"All right, all right, come on, keep drinking."

After a great battle, the demon tribe suffered hardly any injuries and quickly resumed drinking.

And after two consecutive great victories, plus the fact that I just blew the Cloud Loft Shèngzhǔ backward repeatedly, dealing a heavy blow, Bo Bo Ke also relaxed.

They thought, perhaps they had previously been too cautious and overestimated the humans.

With such strength, they are utterly incapable of resisting the demon tribe; they can be easily handled.

After successive great victories, the demon tribe began to get a bit carried away.

These humans are nothing more than that.

The demon tribe continued singing and dancing, while the humans who had fled not far away, after a brief rest, did not cease their efforts.

These demon tribe members have even gotten addicted to winning; if you win and don't leave, don't blame us.

In less than a Shíchén, the human race charged again; the demon tribe, who were in the midst of drinking, naturally showed no weakness in the face of the humans' renewed attack.

The two sides clashed again, and as expected, it was another thoroughly exhilarating great victory for the demon tribe.

But upon checking the spoils at the end, zero—not a single human had been captured alive.

Faced with the same result, many demon tribe members cursed ever more angrily.

"Damn it, they got away again."

"Are these humans only capable of fleeing? Do they dare not face us head-on?"

"Cowards who only know how to flee."

They kept drinking, but not long after, the human race's attack came again.

Another fierce battle, another great victory for the demon tribe, and again no spoils.

This time, the demon tribe could no longer hold back.

Over the next short day, the demon tribe did not move a step, because almost every Shíchén the human race would suddenly launch an attack.

Some demon tribe members became dazed from fighting.

Looking at the all-too-familiar opponent before them, the demon tribe's already not-so-smart mind suddenly felt insufficient.

No, wasn't this person previously heavily injured? How could their wounds heal so quickly?

I've encountered this person three or four times in a row; each time I had heavily injured them, so why do I keep running into them?

The demon tribe felt puzzled; these humans were definitely not normal.

Who has ever heard of being severely wounded each time, then after a Shíchén or two being lively and jumping about again?

After more than ten consecutive great victories, each a great victory, the demon tribe was directly driven to collapse.

"Damn it, do you guys ever finish?"

The main issue is that after each victory, when we look back, the spoils are damn zero.

Fighting to this point feels like punching emptiness; we have gained nothing at all, so what the hell are we fighting for?

Ge Li gritted his teeth in anger.

"Damn it, damn it, a bunch of damn ants."

This feeling is like when you sleep in summer, there's always a swarm of mosquitoes buzzing by your ear; you get up to swat them, but they vanish, and as soon as you lie down again, damn it, they're back, and you can't kill them.

At present, the human race feels to the demon tribe like a swarm of annoying flies, and they are truly annoying.

"Damn it, they're coming again?"

His anger hadn't subsided when the human race's attack surged back once more.

It was still easy to block and easily repel, but the humans vanished again when they fled.

"Ah..........."

After yet another futile effort, Ge Li flew into a rage, raised his head and let out a long howl, then led the demon tribe in pursuit.

But the problem is they simply couldn't catch up; all the demon tribe members were practically burning the soles of their feet from running, yet they saw no trace of the humans—what the hell is this?

They lost the humans outright, and the demon tribe sat together in dejection.

Bo Bo Ke looked at Ge Li and spoke earnestly.

"Commander Ge Li, this can't go on like this."

"Although these humans' combat strength is weak, their speed is simply outrageous, and their recovery ability seems terrifying as well; unless it's a one-hit kill, they can recover quickly."

"I know."

Upon hearing this, Ge Li gritted his teeth and replied, he had long noticed these things, but does it matter? What he really wants is to capture two live prisoners.

After fighting all this time, he hasn't even caught a single person—what the hell kind of nonsense is this?

"Damn it, next time I'll just kill these humans outright."

With malicious intent, he thought that in a Shíchén, the human race would undoubtedly launch another attack.

This time, the demon tribe went all out—not just Ge Li and Bo Bo Ke, but the other demon tribe members as well.

You're fast, huh? Strong recovery, huh? I'll just kill you outright, then let you run.

Right off the bat, the demon tribe didn't even bluff; they went straight for a killing blow.

The Dao Yi Shengdi folk, who had originally intended to simply flop down and play dead, stared at the killing‑intent‑radiant demon tribe before them and were momentarily dazed.

Xu Jie had even readied himself to lie down in an elegant pose, but seeing the demon tribe's fierce punch hurtle toward him, his eyes widened.

But he quickly snapped out of it and then spoke through gritted teeth.

"Damn it, you're going for a killing blow, right?"

Saying that, Xu Jie also lost his temper and directly threw a punch to clash with that demon tribe.

Then the demon tribe only felt his footing slip, his body staggered, and he nearly fell flat.

"What are you doing?"

Seeing Xu Jie's punch nearly kill that demon tribe, Zhao Zhengping beside him was shocked.

"Holy shit, we're acting—what are you doing? You were just trying to kill him, right?"

"Xu Jie really did want to kill that demon tribe just now—damn it, we're acting, so just act properly."

"I'm acting with you, and you actually went for a killing blow? Is there any propriety left?"

At this point the demon tribe was stunned by the blow, staring blankly at Xu Jie.

His head was buzzing.

"No, what did he just do? Why is this kid's strength so great?"

"In a head‑on clash I actually lost? This kid wasn't a weakling before—how did he suddenly get so strong?"

"That punch just now, he was aiming to kill outright, so he held nothing back—it was a full‑force strike."

"Yet despite that, it was blocked, and he himself ended up at a disadvantage."

The demon tribe, for a moment, couldn't comprehend what was happening before him.

And Zhao Zhengping, seeing this, also silently thought 'uh‑oh'; the demon tribe sensed something was wrong and gave Xu Jie a vicious look.

"Look at what you've done."

"Who told him to go for a killing blow? I can't help it either."