Chapter 2868: They're merely external possessions

Hearing Hong Zun's words, the Iron Peak Clan Chief wore a complex expression.

Looking at the position where the Feather God Tribe folks were, the all-encompassing golden light, flames, and heavenly thunder truly made a contemptuous scene—how can you call that just a bit simple?

He only felt his scalp tingling slightly.

Although the Iron Peak Clan Chief could also sense that these formations set up by Hong Zun were only ordinary in power, as he said, relying solely on these to directly kill the Feather God Tribe folks was obviously impossible.

But the problem is, the power is mediocre, yet the sheer quantity makes up for it.

With such a huge number, even if they couldn't directly kill the Feather God Tribe folks, it would still be very unpleasant.

In the Iron Peak Clan Chief's view, such an arrangement is actually somewhat not cost-effective.

A lot is invested, but the returns don't match at all—it's absolutely a loss-making deal.

Although I don't know much about the Human Race's formation tokens, the Barbarian God Tribe also has similar treasures internally.

As for these treasures, setting aside their power, they share a trait: refining them consumes a lot of materials.

And those materials all cost money.

So, looking at that all-encompassing golden light, heavenly thunder, and flames, in the Iron Peak Clan Chief's eyes it was nothing short of burning money.

Thinking this through, the Iron Peak Clan Chief turned his head to look at Hong Zun and said with a somewhat complex expression.

"It's about time to wrap up."

Using formations to wear down a wave of the Feather God Tribe isn't impossible, but for now it's about enough.

After such a barrage, these Feather God Tribe folks, even if not seriously injured, would definitely have expended a lot, since facing formation attacks still requires them to act to resist.

However, regarding this, Hong Zun shook his head and said.

"No rush, wait a bit longer."

"Huh???"

Upon hearing that, the Iron Peak Clan Chief blinked, wondering if they should continue?

It seemed he saw the Iron Peak Clan Chief's doubt, and Hong Zun said lightly.

"These treasures are always external possessions; if they're useful, there's no need to be stingy, after all treasures are nice but life matters more—some wealth isn't worth obsessing over."

Hearing Hong Zun's words, the Iron Peak Clan Chief felt he was like a nouveau riche at that moment.

His eyes were full of the disdain for money, treating it as dirt.

Are humans really that wealthy? But back in the Barbarian God Tribe Divine Realm, Zhao Tianqing and company weren't like that either.

Using talisman seals one sheet at a time—where is there such extravagance?

What the Iron Peak Clan Chief didn't know was that this isn't the Human Race's nature, but the Dao One Immortal Sect's nature.

And it has been cultivated since the lower realm.

In the Dao One Immortal Sect's view, whether it's a formation disk or talisman seal, no matter how high its grade or how expensive its price,

but when the critical moment comes, you still have to use it; you can't keep being reluctant forever, or you'll eventually lose your life.

After using this treasure, one can later think of a way to buy another.

Listening to Hong Zun's words and looking again at the still awe-inspiring formation, the Iron Peak Clan Chief actually had a moment where he felt that old coot's words made some sense.

Wealth is an external possession; there's no need to weigh it too heavily.

Meanwhile, the Feather God Tribe folks enveloped by the formation, at this moment had no leisure to think about anything else; they could only strive to resist the formation's attacks.

At first they didn't take these formations seriously, each wearing a look of contempt.

"Hmph, petty tricks."

But as time passed, everyone gradually noticed something off—this duration is ridiculously long.

Moreover, many keen-eyed Feather God Tribe members have realized this is basically not a single formation at all.

The previous batch of formations was obviously already exhausted, long dissipated, yet immediately after, another wave of formation attacks arrived.

This damn thing isn't about how long the formation lasts; it's that the quantity is too many, ridiculously many.

"What the hell are these humans doing with all these gadgets?"

"Damn it."

Wave after wave of formation attacks made the Feather God Tribe folks unable to stop cursing.

This duration really is too long, it's absurd.

Although these formations can't inflict lethal threats on them, wave after wave coming indeed leaves them exhausted.

Mainly, you damn well can't kill us—why waste this effort?

You humans have so much money you're burning it.

The Feather God Tribe folks' thoughts are almost the same as the Iron Peak Clan Chief's—your input and output are completely disproportionate.

With such a huge investment, the final gain is minuscule.

Some shouted angrily, naturally others gritted their teeth fiercely.

"Save your strength, I don't believe these humans can keep this up."

"Not bad, could the humans possibly use this method to trap us to death here?"

After wave after wave of formation attacks, there will be an end; when the humans' means are exhausted, they'll surely be at our mercy.

Some are already dazed by these formations; the Feather God Tribe folks have no spare energy to think—how could the humans have gone to all this trouble setting up these formations without a backup plan?

Surely they wouldn't just mildly annoy them like this.

However, at this moment the Feather God Tribe folks really have no leisure to think about these.

At this moment they just want to know one thing: when will this damn surrounding formation end?

Damn, how many rounds has this been?

That golden light, heavenly thunder, and flames, just weakened a bit, then the next second shot up again, blazing brightly.

Already can't recall how many rounds it's lasted; not just them, but even the Iron Peak Clan Chief outside the formation and a host of Barbarian God Tribe powerhouses are staring dumbfounded.

Even some Barbarian God Tribe experts already wore doubtful expressions.

"When exactly are we going to make a move?"

"We've already been waiting here for so long; isn't it still not the time for them to act?"

Only Hong Zun and the others were extremely patient, including the Dao One Immortal Sect disciples with Ye Zhangqing among them, each calm and composed, not the slightest bit anxious.

After all, this is their Dao One Immortal Sect's fighting style.

Before the battle begins, they first use various means to wear you down a wave; if they can kill you, they do so directly, without even needing to act.

If they can't kill you, at least they can deplete your strength; then they just need to add a finishing blow.

Even if the opponent is too strong to wear down much, striking at their morale is still good.

This is what the Dao One Immortal Sect people think; therefore, they don't care at all about the final outcome.

Besides, they never even thought of simply killing the Feather God Tribe people; as long as they strike at their morale, it counts as achieving the goal.

"The tenth round of formations."

But as time passed, when a Heavenly Palace Celestial Official beside Zhao Tianqing spoke those words in a low voice...

The Heavenly Palace powerhouses, who are also of the Human Race, all wore strange expressions at this moment.

As members of the Human Race, they naturally know the formation disk inside out; they know its exact price, and even just from the might of this formation they can judge its grade, which is why they feel so conflicted.