Chapter 2705: I didn't dream?

Facing the sudden charge of Great-Granduncle wielding a cane, the Fire Spirit Tribe members were naturally not the slightest bit intimidated.

It's a joke—facing an old man on his deathbed, how could these young men in their prime possibly be afraid?

Besides, to put it bluntly, someone as old as Great-Granduncle is rarely seen even among the Barbarian God Tribe.

As innate spirits, the Barbarian God Tribe indeed enjoys great longevity, but even so, there are absolutely few among them who can match Great-Granduncle.

Anyway, these few Fire Spirit Tribe members don't recognize him.

They just didn't recognize him at the moment, but that doesn't mean others didn't.

The Fire Spirit Tribe Clan Chief was the first to recognize Great-Granduncle's identity.

This old coot is practically a living fossil, well-known among the surrounding tribes; as the Fire Spirit Tribe Clan Chief, he naturally couldn't fail to know him.

And since this old geezer shows up here, it means that the people before us are most likely from the Flame Martial Tribe.

As expected, the next second an angry roar came through.

You Fire Spirit Tribe folks really have a lot of nerve, daring to move against my son and Ye kid.

The Flame Martial Tribe Clan Chief has arrived; in an instant, all the Fire Spirit Tribe members wore complex expressions.

Just a moment ago we were saying that encountering reinforcements from the Flame Martial Tribe would be troublesome, but the next second they actually showed up—what now?

Qi Wu's father brought so many people rushing over; obviously he's not joking.

And facing the Fire Spirit Tribe crowd, the Flame Martial Tribe members were utterly unsparing.

"Clan Chief, why waste words with them? Since they struck first, there's nothing to say—Clan Chief, give the order and we'll wipe them out."

The many Flame Martial Tribe members truly gave the Fire Spirit Tribe no chance at all.

Now that these Fire Spirit Tribe people dared to chase all the way here, there's nothing to discuss—just kill them outright.

Anyway, we've already made a move, and both sides have totally broken ties—if you want to kill our young chief and Brother Ye, do you think you'll be spared?

Today we must detain these Fire Spirit Tribe people.

Facing the crowd's furious rage and killing intent, the Flame Martial Tribe Elder Clan Chief this time had no idle words, gazing at the Fire Spirit Tribe Clan Chief with killing intent and shouted.

"Kill."

He gave no chance to speak; as the Elder Clan Chief's order rang out, the Flame Martial Tribe members hesitated no more, a surging mass charging forward and immediately engaging in fierce battle with the Fire Spirit Tribe.

Facing the encircling slaughter by the Flame Martial Tribe, the Fire Spirit Tribe could not possibly surrender; even if unwilling, they could only rise up in resistance.

However, the Fire Spirit Tribe members were already low in morale and exhausted from the march; facing the Flame Martial Tribe's mighty momentum, they quickly fell into a disadvantage.

The situation instantly reversed—originally the attackers, the Fire Spirit Tribe now became the side being surrounded and slaughtered.

Great-Granduncle, cane in hand, without a word set his sights on Huoming.

After all, it was this kid who took the lead in attacking Ye Zhangqing; if we're talking about the chief culprit, this kid is the one who deserves to die the most.

So Great-Granduncle also wasted no words, immediately going into fierce combat with this kid.

Facing the venerable Great-Granduncle, Huoming gained no advantage whatsoever.

Great-Granduncle may be old, but his strength is by no means weak.

After living so many years, how could he possibly have nothing at all?

That cane in his hand, at this moment in Great-Granduncle's grasp, was wielded with tiger-like vigor.

In a short time, Huoming had already been struck several times.

It felt as if his arms were about to be broken, his bones already cracked.

The intense pain made Huoming grit his teeth, his heart burning with rage, wishing he could kill this old coot right then.

But he also knew that, with his own strength, killing this old coot was truly difficult; to preserve his life, Huoming could only shout angrily.

"Old coot, are you blind? Can't you see the situation is wrong?"

But upon hearing that, Great-Granduncle's killing intent only grew stronger, his eyes icy as he locked onto Huoming and said.

"I've long seen that you kid have a problem, and you still dare to talk nonsense—die for this old man!"

Saying that, he swung his cane hard and smashed it toward Huoming.

Huoming was so angry his teeth itched.

This old coot is completely beyond communication—is he talking about this matter?

Do I have a problem? Can't I know that myself?

The next second, Huoming also clenched his teeth and shouted angrily.

"Old coot, are you senile? You didn't see that huge Black Mist Forest—what are you staring at me for?"

"Black Mist Forest? Huh???"

Great-Granduncle indeed hadn't paid attention to the Black Mist Forest; after all, from the moment he made his move, his entire focus had been locked onto Huoming, leaving no room to worry about anything else.

Only after Huoming's reminder did he belatedly turn his gaze to the black forest before him.

It does look somewhat familiar; at his age, Great-Granduncle is naturally no stranger to the Black Mist Forest.

In his youth he had surely passed by it countless times, and this forest before him looks no different.

But is this really the Black Mist Forest? How could the Black Mist Forest possibly appear in such a place?

This location is wrong—the Black Mist Forest should be beside the Fire Spirit Tribe; we're practically at the Flame Martial Tribe's doorstep, and you say this is the Black Mist Forest?

After a brief moment of astonishment, Great-Granduncle immediately shouted angrily.

"Kid, you've got guts, still trying to fool this old man—take a strike from my cane!"

Saying that, he raised his cane to strike, and all Huoming could see was the corner of his mouth twitching.

This old coot is truly bewitched—are you deaf to human speech or what?

The Black Mist Forest is right before your eyes—can't you see it?

Huoming truly felt like crying but had no tears; this old coot's eyes held only him, constantly wishing to kill him, caring nothing for anything else.

Yet Huoming simply couldn't beat this old coot; otherwise he would have killed him outright.

Facing the third great-uncle's attack, Huoming gritted his teeth to cope while snarling angrily.

"Take a good look—is this the Black Mist Forest? We've been trailing you all the way here just because Qi Wu and the others went into the Black Mist Forest and never came out; we had no choice but to keep following."

Huh???

Huoming let out an angry roar, and upon hearing this, the third great-uncle was stunned and stopped his movements.

He then eased his offense, raised his head, and glanced at the Black Mist Forest's location.

After a careful look, the more he examined the Black Mist Forest, the more familiar it became, as if he had indeed seen it somewhere before.

"That pitch-black ancient tree of the heavens, its trunk and branches so dark," the third great-uncle said doubtfully.

"Is this really the Black Mist Forest?"

"What's there to doubt? Such a huge Black Mist Forest is right before you—your old eyes must be blurred, you can't even see it?"

Huoming shouted angrily, "How can this old bastard be so hard to fool?"