Chapter 2972: It cannot be finished without ten days or half a month

The main battlefield here has basically ended, so Ye Zhangqing naturally got busy here.

Some of the Barbarian God Tribe's strong warriors who arrived earlier, after finishing a bowl of rice, found the taste truly mouth-watering.

After thinking it over, they thick-skinnedly came up with a clever idea and went to Ye Zhangqing, smiling as they spoke.

"Young Master Ye, our tribe has several people who died in battle; their portions would go uneaten, leaving them to waste. Why not let me eat their share? It would also comfort their spirits in heaven."

Huh???

Ye Zhangqing, who had been idle, heard this and was completely stunned. What? Died in battle?

He looked up at the speaker; the expression clearly showed uncontrollable greed, saliva dripping—no trace of mourning for a fallen comrade.

Anyway, even with Ye Zhangqing's eyesight, it was obvious at a glance that this guy was lying here.

I originally thought these Barbarian God Tribe members were somewhat honest, but now they actually came up with their own way to get food.

But before Ye Zhangqing could reply, an angry shout rang out.

"What the hell are you talking about? Who died?"

Immediately, a Barbarian God Tribe member rushed over here quickly, shouting angrily as he came.

Obviously, this was the comrade he had just claimed died.

He flashed over to the food table, first glaring fiercely at that despicable thing, then quickly turned his head toward the several pots of still-hot food.

The aroma kept flowing into his nostrils; the feeling was truly unbearable, and saliva poured out.

"Young Master Ye, I'm not dead, I'm still alive—quick, give me a bowl."

Huh???

Hearing this, Ye Zhangqing felt something was off, but still gave him a bowl.

The way this Barbarian God Tribe member grabs food is really strange.

Besides, there's no need for such trouble eating on the battlefield—you could just eat when you arrive; why go through all this?

Seeing his comrade arrive in time, he missed his own bite, and this Barbarian God Tribe member couldn't help feeling disappointed.

It was just a bit off—if that guy had arrived a little later, he would have gotten that bite.

As long as the food got into his stomach, he'd naturally be fine.

Too bad, it was just a bit off.

As the Barbarian God Tribe members on the battlefield arrived one after another, the food Ye Zhangqing had prepared was quickly eaten clean.

While many Barbarian God Tribe members savored the aftertaste, they also felt somewhat unsatisfied.

But they didn't know this was only the first batch of food Ye Zhangqing prepared; normally, it would be just one-fifth.

Furthermore, if it were the Human Race, the battle would probably still be ongoing, with no chance of ending so quickly.

However, the Barbarian God Tribe wiped out both the Grand Elder and Third Elder lineages cleanly.

Thus, the remaining four-fifths naturally need not be made.

The battle has ended, so there's no need for that.

Now we just wait for the elders over there to finish, then we'll be done.

But this wait lasted a day; after the many Barbarian God Tribe strong warriors finished fighting, they had nothing else to do and gathered around Ye Zhangqing.

They chatted in small groups, and the Iron Peak Clan Chief also sat with Ye Zhangqing.

In the course of chatting, Ye Zhangqing casually asked.

"Will anything happen to those elders over there?"

"No, unless the Feather God Tribe still has some tricks up their sleeve; otherwise, five against two is a sure win."

The Iron Peak Clan Chief said confidently, at the level of primordial clan elders, there's no longer any notion of the weak overcoming the strong or the few defeating the many.

Not to mention this level; even among the Human Race, once past the Immortal Sovereign realm, cultivation level alone basically decides victory.

He paused after speaking, then the Iron Peak Clan Chief added.

"It just needs some time; without ten days or so, you can't kill them."

Even with a numerical advantage, at the primordial clan elder level, their vitality is too exuberant; killing them is indeed not easy.

Upon hearing this, Ye Zhangqing nodded, meaning at least another half month or so before the elders over there can finish.

Until then, everyone could only wait here.

The good thing is that space was sealed in advance, so there's no need to worry about battle aftermath threats; indeed, so far, no one has felt any leakage of spiritual power.

Having to wait this long, being idle is just being idle; Ye Zhangqing simply took the prepared ingredients and made a meal for everyone each day.

Upon learning that there would still be food while waiting, the Barbarian God Tribe members were naturally excited.

Is there still such a good thing?

For a while, none of them found it boring anymore; instead, they thought about letting the elders fight longer.

The longer they fight, the more meals they can get.

Being able to eat this divine delicacy every day satisfied them.

While everyone here enjoyed their daily meals, the battlefield of the elders was indeed as the Iron Peak Clan Chief said—still locked in fierce combat up to now.

From the start of the fight to now, ten days have passed.

After ten days of fierce battle, the Feather God Tribe's Grand Elder and Third Elder ancestors, though already severely wounded,

The injuries that would have instantly healed before now require a long time to recover; their vitality has indeed been greatly depleted.

But even so, there is still a distance to go before they can be slain.

They can only be firmly suppressed and then gradually worn down.

However, during the battle, the Three Ancestors of the Barbarian God Tribe suddenly spoke.

"We've been fighting this long—weren't we supposed to be able to eat?"

"You can't say that until the fight is over?"

Upon hearing that, another Barbarian God Clan Ancestor said.

At this point, they don't have the time to eat.

However, if they were Human Race, they would surely have ways to eat; after all, the time to eat a bowl of rice isn't long.

The five Elders still don't know that, at this very moment, the others have already eaten and drunk their fill.

Not only are they eating, they're also drinking fine wine; after all, they have nothing else to do—how could such delicious food go without fine wine?

Only these five Elders are still here, bitterly fighting.

They want to end the battle quickly, but there's no other way; they can only persevere.

As for the two Feather God Tribe Elders on the other side, their situation is even more miserable; right now they only feel that their situation is becoming increasingly perilous.

They have tried to escape several times, but each attempt was beaten back.

It's obvious that the opposing side has also made thorough preparations, especially the Elder of the Èr Zhǎnglǎo lineage—this traitor is determined to put them to death.

Looking at that Elder of the Èr Zhǎnglǎo lineage, the two of them hate him to the point of itching teeth, and at the same time they regret it deeply.

They don't even know if they're raising ghosts at home; if it weren't for that Elder of the Èr Zhǎnglǎo lineage, they wouldn't be unable to flee—they'd always still be able to find some opportunity.

But it's this traitor who has blocked all their chances to escape.