Chapter 2966: Can This Be Played Like This?

The Iron Peak Clan Chief thought it was utterly unnecessary to go through all that trouble; since they'd already started fighting, what was there to wait for? Just take care of them together.

And Hong Zun's idea was also simple: since there's an easier way, why must they go through a Xuè zhàn?

Let them fight like two tigers contending, while we sit back and reap the benefits—wouldn't that be better?

Don't look at the fact that the people of the Grand Elder and Third Elder factions are currently fighting in a panic; if the Barbarian God Tribe suddenly strikes now, the two factions will inevitably unite.

There's no way around it; if they don't defeat the Barbarian God Tribe, they'll all die.

There's no need to exert that strength; why would they need to exert it?

Upon hearing Hong Zun say that, the Iron Peak Clan Chief didn't say anything more, restrained himself, and continued waiting.

Anyway, they don't need to worry about the old ancestor's side; moreover, even if they wanted to help, they couldn't get involved at all.

So they only need to pay attention to the situation on the front battlefield.

Under Hong Zun's command, numerous Barbarian God Tribe experts held their forces in place, while the fighting between the Grand Elder and Third Elder factions grew increasingly fierce.

The Third Elder gradually couldn't hold on; Hong Zun's eyes flashed with a hint of mockery, and he whispered instructions to the Iron Peak Clan Chief.

Listening to Hong Zun's plan, the Iron Peak Clan Chief's expression grew ever stranger; at first it sounded plausible, but the more he listened, the more it felt off.

After Hong Zun finished speaking, the Iron Peak Clan Chief looked at him with a doubtful expression and hesitated.

"Can this work?"

Hong Zun's plan directly left the Iron Peak Clan Chief astonished.

He's lived his whole life and never fought such a sneaky battle—you ……

In response, Hong Zun wore a look of self-satisfaction.

"Iron Peak Clan Chief, trust me, do as I say, and we'll easily win this battle."

"These ……… words are said like that, but is it necessary to play so dirty?"

In response, Hong Zun became unhappy and retorted.

"How can this be called dirty? This is strategy—achieving the greatest victory with the smallest cost; you don't care about the means, as long as we win."

"Actually, I mean the same thing."

The Iron Peak Clan Chief said with a complex expression, "Indeed, that's what I mean; you don't care about the means, as long as we win."

Seeing this, Hong Zun helplessly curled his lips.

"Then you decide for yourself."

Anyway, I've told you the method; whether to use it is up to you.

If you insist on fighting head-on, then I have nothing to say; it's just that a few more people will be sacrificed—after all, the dead aren't Human Race cultivators.

This time, the Human Race cultivators who came here are only him, Ye Zhangqing, and Bai Hua Xianzi and a few other women.

Naturally, these people don't need to lift a finger; with such strength, going there would be meaningless, and the ones taking action are all Barbarian God Tribe experts.

Hong Zun's plan is merely hoping that the Iron Peak Clan Chief and his side can defeat the opponent at the smallest cost.

But if they don't listen, then so be it; Hong Zun also has no right to command them.

Upon hearing that, the Iron Peak Clan Chief gave Hong Zun a deep look and continued to hold his forces.

He knew Hong Zun's method was better, so he still chose to follow his plan.

But he felt increasingly strange in his heart—how could the Human Race's brains grow like this, constantly researching these dirty things?

These various schemes and tactics keep emerging, each one dirtier than the last.

Anyway, if they follow Hong Zun's plan, from the Iron Peak Clan Chief's perspective, the Barbarian God Tribe side probably wouldn't need to suffer any casualties.

It's already dirty enough, and on top of that there's Ye Zhangqing's food to keep them going.

So someone might get injured, but it's estimated that no one will die on the spot.

For the sake of the clansmen's lives, the Iron Peak Clan Chief still chose to follow his heart.

Moreover, asking himself from the Human Race side, during this time the Iron Peak Clan Chief has indeed learned a lot—not in strength, but it's also extremely helpful.

As for the Barbarian God Tribe, they used to be too straightforward.

At the same time, the surrounding tribal chiefs reacted even more strongly than the Iron Peak Clan Chief.

After all, they're not like the Iron Peak Clan Chief, who has had early contact with the Human Race; their understanding of the Human Race is actually limited.

Now, after hearing Hong Zun's plan, each of them feels as if they've opened the door to a new world.

Is there really all this winding and turning in a fight? Before, it was just a straight charge and done.

What did we used to call the fights we had before?

Compared to Hong Zun's plan, the Barbarian God Tribe members are all like raw recruits.

The Barbarian God Tribe members, with various expressions, hid in the dark.

They waited until the Third Elder's faction obviously couldn't hold on anymore, showing signs of defeat, before Hong Zun spoke.

"Iron Peak Clan Chief, now is the time."

Upon hearing that, the Iron Peak Clan Chief didn't hesitate, nodded silently, and then issued the signal to attack.

On the other side, the two individuals of the Third Elder faction had already been locked in fierce combat for a long time.

At this moment, his body already bore many additional wounds, all thanks to the Grand Elder.

His recovery speed, compared to the start, is obviously much slower, and the consumption is not small.

And all of this, naturally, was seen by the Grand Elder; in his eyes, besides killing intent, there was also a hint of delight.

Given the Third Elder's current state, the distance to be slain is not far.

As long as they continue to consume another wave, this old thing will reach its limit, at which point it will be a spent arrow, certainly not left to his disposal.

As for those under the Third Elder's command, the situation is even more dire.

They lack numerical advantage; having fought to this point, casualties are severe, and the number of those dying on the spot is increasing exponentially.

Given the current situation, the people of the Third Elder's faction have already lost any ability to turn the tide.

This expanse of starry sky is the burial ground of the Third Elder's lineage.

Thinking of this, the Grand Elder intensified his efforts again, appearing to intend to end the battle in one go.

As for that, the Third Elder was filled with despair; he wanted to turn the tide, but could do nothing but watch his subordinates die one after another, and even himself was slowly being worn down bit by bit by the Grand Elder.

The outcome seemed already decided; he was utterly powerless to change anything.

But just then, suddenly, an angry shout rang out; all that could be heard was—

"Third Elder, we've come to help you; hold on."

Huh???

Hearing that, both turned toward the sound, only to see numerous Barbarian God Tribe experts charging in from all directions.

Seeing this, the Third Elder furrowed his brows, feeling no joy at the arrival of reinforcements.

In his view, the Barbarian God Tribe had long ceased to be reinforcements; instead, they exuded eeriness everywhere, clearly problematic.

Thus he simply did not trust the Iron Peak Clan Chief at all.

But the Grand Elder opposite, seeing this, wore a grim face; victory seemed within reach, yet suddenly a horde of Barbarian God Tribe surged forth—now it was troublesome.

His gaze immediately locked onto the Third Elder in anger, and he snarled.

"You dare collude with outsiders? Do you want to betray the clan?"

"They have problems."

Hearing that, the Third Elder coldly replied, "These Barbarian God Tribe members definitely have serious problems."

But the Grand Elder didn't believe him and shouted angrily.

"I think you're the one who's messed up."