Chapter 2753: Let's join forces with the human race

The barbarians of the Iron Peak Tribe looked down on them, and now even these tree ghosts look down on them.

But with just a single branch they think they can tie up the two of them; the human cultivators just want to say, "Who the hell do you think you're looking down on?"

But this is also a good opportunity to have a meal.

The human side quickly reacted, and the Iron Peak Tribe's people naturally also saw this, each one angrily cursing.

"Are you sick? Trying to tie up two or three people with a single branch—can that even hold?"

"Why do we have to use two or three branches to tie up just one person?"

"Is this such obvious differential treatment? Now they're not even pretending."

The Iron Peak Tribe folks were cursing in anger, "You do this, can you even trap a damn thing?"

Tying up two or three human cultivators with a single branch— isn't that just a matter of minutes before they break free? Look, this isn't……………………

Just as the Iron Peak Tribe folks were cursing, the human cultivators on this side were naturally not idle, already starting to act.

Under the combined force of two or three people, that branch was indeed quickly torn apart.

But the next second it quickly split, then tied up again, and then there was no afterwards.

"Damn it, can't break free."

As these branches split, the human cultivators were startled, and for a moment they couldn't break free.

This sight made the still-cursing Iron Peak Tribe folks' eyelids twitch, "You guys, that's all you've got?"

We use two or three branches to tie up one person, and we're still fighting back and forth here.

You use a single branch to tie up two or three people, and this time they're completely immobilized?

Watching the frantic struggle but seeing they're powerless, the human cultivators who can't break free in a short time, the Iron Peak Tribe folks also fell into silence.

So what were they just getting excited about?

These guys can't even figure out how to take advantage.

Their faces looked a bit strange; after a moment, many of the Iron Peak Tribe people, enduring their flushed old faces, turned and said.

"All right, all right, don't worry about them, we'll continue."

"Exactly, exactly, now who has the time to worry about others."

Being ignored like this, everyone felt ashamed and indignant, but this time even they themselves had nothing to say.

What else can be said? It's our own lack of ability— who else can we blame?

Afterwards, the human race was easily dealt with by these tree ghosts of the Black Mist Forest.

It then reverted to the struggle between the Iron Peak Tribe and the tree ghosts.

But the final result remained the same; in terms of strength, the Iron Peak Tribe folks are indeed somewhat stronger.

However, in a short time the Iron Peak Tribe still couldn't break free from the Black Mist Forest tree ghosts' control; by the time they managed to escape, the food had already been finished.

In the end, all the food was completely monopolized by the Black Mist Forest tree ghosts.

Seeing the same large barrels empty as at noon, the Iron Peak Tribe folks were burning with rage.

Two meals, two meals— they really didn't even get to sip a drop of soup?

Is this damned thing seeing ghosts? No way— during the time of two meals, they ate nothing, just smelled the aroma.

Tianlin still, like at noon, spread their hands helplessly, then started tidying up with Miao Qianqian.

The meaning is clear: we didn't intervene, nor did we pull any backstage tricks; everything followed the rules— you didn't manage to grab anything, your strength is inferior, so you can't blame us.

Seeing Tianlin's action, the Iron Peak Tribe folks were gritting their teeth in anger, but in the end they said nothing.

Nothing to say.

Dejected, they returned to their respective dwellings, having encountered such a setback on the very first day.

Who would have thought that these Black Mist Forest tree ghosts, though clearly weaker than them, have a food‑grabbing rule that seems tailor‑made for them.

It can be said that this fully displays their advantages to the utmost.

Under the time limit, they simply aren't a match for these Black Mist Forest tree ghosts.

After struggling to break free from those branches' control, even the daylily flowers have gone cold— what's there to eat?

At night, a group of Iron Peak Tribe members gathered in a room, each with a solemn face, their eyes full of resentment as they whispered about something.

"Big brother, this can't go on; the rule is completely biased toward those tree ghosts— even if we fight again tomorrow, we probably won't succeed."

"Exactly, those tree ghosts are fast, and while controlling us they can also grab food at the same time— by the time we get there, there's nothing left to eat."

"I know what you're saying, but what do you suggest we do?"

"This…………………"

"Everyone knows where the problem lies, but what should we do about it now?"

Hearing this, everyone fell silent again— what to do, for a moment they had no idea.

Everyone sees the tree ghosts' methods clearly, yet there's nothing to be done; and precisely because of that, the more you can't figure it out.

This is outrageous— understandable, but you can't do anything; you say, isn't that infuriating?

Just when everyone was at a loss, suddenly someone spoke up.

"How about we go seek an alliance with the human race?"

"Seek an alliance with the human race? You've got water in your brain."

As soon as those words were spoken, everyone present was stunned, then each looked oddly at the speaker.

The human race's little bit of strength— everyone can see it today; those tree ghosts can tie up two or three human cultivators with a single branch, and they don't even get angry.

With that strength, why would they seek an alliance with the human race? Are they just not feeling enough pressure, deliberately looking for a burden to increase their own intensity?

By then, forget whether the human race can help— just not dragging them down would be like burning high incense.

However, facing the scrutiny of the many tribespeople, this person steeled themselves and said.

"Actually, the human race isn't completely useless."

What the hell use is that? Your method is simply nonsense.

Everyone, stop talking; you keep speaking—what ideas do you have?

Nobody believed the Human Race could be of any help; the Tree Ghosts could truss them up like zongzi in a minute.

However, the clan leader signaled the others to stay calm and let that person keep speaking.

Anyway, we have no other options for now; let's just listen first—maybe we'll gain something unexpected.

Immediately, that clan member also spoke his idea.

The Human Race's strength is indeed weak; against the Tree Ghosts we hardly have any resistance, but serving as cannon fodder shouldn't be a problem—if we can divert some of the Tree Ghosts' energy, that's an opportunity for us.

Huh???

As soon as that was said, everyone present was taken aback; saying it like that actually made some sense.

But the next second, someone raised an objection.

Even if that's the case, how will we divide the food then?

It depends on what everyone thinks; giving food to the Human Race might be unwilling, but at least we get a chance to eat; otherwise, given the current situation, we probably can't outcompete those Tree Ghosts.