Chapter 2755

Iron Edge Tribe

To get that bite of rice, they went to great trouble, expending all their strength.

After all their planning, even if they overlooked something, they still overestimated the Human Race's strength.

Zhao Tianqing

Honestly, it's not a high demand—just three breaths, over in the blink of an eye.

But the problem was, just as the Iron Peak Tribe began to move, the people hadn't even charged over yet.

Among the Human Race cultivators, aside from Zhao Tianqing and a few others still holding out, everyone else was already tightly bound.

Seeing this, the Iron Peak Tribe folks were all stunned.

You couldn't even last a breath, and we haven't even arrived yet—how did you get tied up instantly?

Black Mist Forest

These Human Race… damn, watch out.

Some Iron Peak Tribe members were about to yell a curse, but the next second several branches shot violently at them.

For a moment they could think of nothing else, they could only focus on responding.

This damn thing is basically back to yesterday's situation, isn't it?

Against the Black Mist Forest Tree Ghosts' tactics, even with their brute strength, the Iron Peak Tribe were momentarily controlled and left without any temper.

As for the Human Race cultivators, there's nothing to hope for now; they're completely bound like zongzi.

Trying to break free? That's basically hopeless, no chance.

It's ruined, totally ruined; the plan had barely begun and died in the cradle.

As for the final result, it's predictable; even if they gave it their all early in the morning, they still ended up without a bite to eat.

It all still ended up in the bellies of those Black Mist Forest Tree Ghosts.

Once the Black Mist Forest Tree Ghosts had their fill and retreated, the many Human Race cultivators finally succeeded in breaking free.

But at this moment, facing the resentful looks of the Iron Peak Tribe members, everyone for a moment dared not meet their eyes.

This time they've really messed up; all the Human Race cultivators naturally feel guilty, and feeling ashamed, there's nothing to make eye contact about.

However, while the Human Race side looked away, many Iron Peak Tribe members had faces as dark as iron, and quite a few gritted their teeth and questioned.

No, you can't even withstand a single breath.

none.

Hearing that, everyone felt guilty, for a moment didn't know how to reply, and could only hem and haw, changing the subject.

What can be said? Mainly, nobody expected the Tree Ghosts in the Black Mist Forest to be this outrageous.

Beyond the Heavens

Barbarian God Tribe

This kind of suffocating resentment—I can't even remember how long it's been since I last felt it.

Black Mist Forest Tree Ghosts; also Heavenly Palace Celestial Official

Put bluntly, without the strength of a Heavenly Palace Celestial Official, facing these Black Mist Forest Tree Ghosts makes even struggling difficult.

The fact is thus; even if the many Iron Peak Tribe members are unwilling, they now have no recourse and can only swallow their anger.

And when it came time for the noon meal, the two sides met again, and someone from the Human Race side couldn't help but speak up.

What's the plan for noon? Are we still cooperating?

none.

Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon; Iron Edge Tribe

Looking at each aggrieved Human Race cultivator, the Iron Peak Tribe members only felt their eyelids twitching, and a grating of teeth could be heard.

Do you still want to cooperate? How can you cooperate like this? You can't even hold out a single breath.

At this point there's none left; how can you cooperate looking like this?

Whether you Human Race folks are there or not makes little difference.

However, facing the doubts, some Human Race cultivators steeled themselves and spoke.

This morning was an exception; we weren't prepared in time, really, this time we have experience, three breaths will definitely be fine, you can rest assured.

In response, the Iron Peak Tribe members didn't believe it anymore; instead, they said it with a half-believing, half-doubting expression.

none.

If it were before, the Iron Peak Tribe members might have just agreed outright, but having learned from past mistakes, they truly lack confidence.

As for that, the Human Race cultivators who had spoken earlier already nodded heavily.

Rest assured, three breaths are no problem.

Having said all this, and given that there really is no better option right now.

If they can't rely on the Human Race, for the Iron Peak Tribe to want to eat this hot bite is also truly unlikely.

none.

none.

Some Iron Peak Tribe members spoke up cautiously.

Anyway, since it's already like this, trying once more entails no loss; maybe it'll succeed.

Upon hearing that, the other Iron Peak Tribe members hesitated a moment, then also silently nodded.

none.

none.

Then it's the same; you go first.

The plan is still the same as before: the Human Race goes first, attracting the attention of those Tree Ghosts in the Black Mist Forest.

Soon, as Fàn diǎn arrived, the Human Race charged forward again.

Still just as fearless, never turning back, seeming utterly unafraid of the many Tree Ghosts of the Black Mist Forest, full of confidence.

But confidence is confidence, and the strength is right here.

Many Human Race cultivators charged forward, yet still only a single exchange, less than a breath's time.

Many Human Race cultivators were tightly bound by just a few tree branches.

These Tree Ghosts of the Black Mist Forest clearly have experience now.

They know that facing Human Race cultivators requires no great concern; what truly needs caution is still all the tribespeople of the Iron Peak Tribe.

Thus, facing many Human Race cultivators, the Black Mist Forest's Tree Ghosts settled the battle relying only on a few tree branches.

Seeing this, the Iron Peak Tribe's tribespeople all had darkened faces, but this time they were obviously much calmer.

Only a few people gritted their teeth and cursed.

"I knew it would be like this."

"What should we do? Should we still charge?"

The Human Race is again hopeless, and this time it seems even shorter; those Tree Ghosts of the Black Mist Forest appear to have already gained experience in binding.

Their strikes are obviously too familiar.

In response, the leading few tribespeople said with dark faces.

"Come on, we've come this far—we must try no matter what; maybe someone can break through."

Immediately, the Iron Peak Tribe's people still gritted their teeth and charged forward.

But the result remained unchanged, the entire army was wiped out, and the food was again surrounded by the Black Mist Forest's Tree Ghosts.

This time, someone's mindset directly collapsed.

"I'm not playing anymore."