Chapter 940: Curse-Kill You All

The Undying Race's Curse Valley, its methods are somewhat like those of Dongzhou's Wu Tribe, but the two sides' strength differs by heaven and earth.

Although Curse Valley is not a holy land of the Undying Race, the reason is simply that its numbers are too few.

All the disciples of Curse Valley together number less than fifty thousand, and moreover, Curse Valley's cultivation method is extremely difficult to Xiūliàn, with many restrictions.

Even so, Curse Valley's methods are enough to make even the Three Holy Lands of the Undying Race quite wary.

After repeatedly suffering defeats at the hands of the Human Race, the myriad Undying Emperors painstakingly pondered and finally came up with this plan.

Curse Valley's frontal combat strength is weak, but if there is a medium, once able to cast a curse, even across a thousand miles it can directly curse-kill.

At present, the numerous Undying Emperors simply want to use this method against the Human Race.

The frontal battlefield is not your match, right? It's eerie? Then we'll fight poison with poison, break evil with evil.

Even if you Human Race are again eerie, facing Curse Valley's curse-kill, what else could you do?

As for the problem of obtaining a medium, naturally there's no need to worry; after a big battle, getting two hairs is hardly a difficult task, right?

Seeing the Curse Valley Valley Master nod solemnly, all the Undying Emperors present felt certain, and then they laughed and said.

Then it's settled; we'll figure out the medium, and you Curse Valley can start preparing.

Yes.

Finally having devised a method to deal with the Human Race, the mood of the numerous Undying Emperors finally improved somewhat.

Let Curse Valley take action; taking them by surprise should allow us to regain a city, at least no longer be so difficult.

The Undying Race indeed sorely needs a victory now; looking back from the start of the war to now, it seems they haven't won at all, simply outrageous.

The first battle was a crushing defeat, and thereafter they lost battle after battle, leaving the fighters with no spirit.

This upcoming battle must reverse the declining trend; we cannot afford another loss.

Just as the Undying Race side had devised a foolproof plan, the Human Race side could no longer hold back.

As the fake hair arrived in succession, everyone's fighting spirit kept rising.

Therefore, on this day, the Human Race launched another attack.

The two sides again fought fiercely together; Ye Zhangqing also set up a big canopy and prepared the meals.

For such battles, whether Undying Race or Human Race, both sides are already very familiar.

But this time, the Undying Race's performance is somewhat strange.

Just like Qi Xiong, Hong Zun and the others, fighting fiercely against the Undying Race's strong ones, why do these guys keep pulling their hair?

Whenever they got a chance, they'd pull a handful, leaving Qi Xiong, Hong Zun and the others completely bewildered.

What the hell, you're so interested in fake hair?

To avoid any mishap in battle, Qi Xiong, Hong Zun and the others specially made preparations, just to keep the fake hair from falling off.

But why are these Undying Race folks now fixated on their own fake hair?

Moreover, after succeeding, each one looks extremely excited—what the heck?

For a moment, the Human Race side felt somewhat dazed, and the Undying Race side also started acting odd—do they grab hair before hitting people?

Damn it, stop pulling, you'll go bald soon.

Xu Jie had his fake hair pulled off repeatedly by that Inner Disciple of the Withered Ghost Holy Land opposite, and he couldn't help but curse.

This is completely insane; if you want to fight, fight properly—why keep pulling my hair? And it's fake hair anyway.

Xu Jie wondered, you're so interested in a fake wig—could it be that you're not satisfied unless you expose my bald head?

Naturally, the Undying Race side doesn't know that everyone on the Human Race side is wearing fake hair.

There's no way; the side effect of Sun Ming's elixir is outrageous—even someone of Emperor Level, once they take it, cannot resist at all.

At most it's just a difference in how much falls out.

But damn it, losing half the hair looks worse than being completely bald, so even Qi Xiong, Hong Zun, even Yun Xiantai and Shi Qingfeng all started wearing fake hair.

The Undying Race remains completely unaware of this, and everything proceeds very smoothly.

The Human Race has absolutely no guard against this.

Indeed, who the hell would have a problem guarding that fake wig during a life-and-death battle?

Having succeeded, they carefully stowed away the fake hair; many Undying Race powerhouses inwardly sneered.

Success.

Truly foolish; these Human Race folks probably still don't know our plan.

Soon we'll curse-kill them.

Withdraw.

Just then, the Undying Race's Undying Emperor issued the order to retreat.

They never intended to fight the Human Race to the death in this battle; having now gained a lot of hair, it's naturally time to withdraw.

With that retreat order, the Undying Race quickly fell back, showing no intention to linger in battle.

They're retreating just like that?

Damn it, I haven't even eaten yet, and the fight's already over?

Is there not even a quarter hour?

The Human Race side is completely bewildered—what the hell are you pulling? After just one encounter, you're already defeated? Are you just putting on a show here?

What angers most are the many who didn't even get a chance to eat.

Everyone was taking turns to eat, so there was an order, but damn it, after just one encounter they retreated, leaving many people with no time to eat at all.

What the hell do this bunch of bastards want to do?

Just letting the Human Race rage and even chase, the Undying Race side is dead set on leaving, giving no chance to entangle.

Ridiculous; they've already seized the lifeline of these Human Race folks—just need to go back and let Curse Valley directly cast the curse-kill.

Why bother fighting to the death here with a bunch of Human Race brutes?

So the Undying Race here, the one called 'run', is fast.

Looking sullenly at the Undying Race leaving, everyone felt utterly speechless.

"What now? I haven't even had a meal yet."

"Damn, a bunch of useless trash, we've only been fighting for how long and we already lost?"

"Never mind, let's first go check the big shed; maybe we can still get a sip of soup."

"That's right, that's right."

Near the big shed, many Human Race cultivators had already gathered, and Ye Zhangqing was also completely bewildered at this moment.

"Defeated?"

Ye Zhangqing wondered, 'Already defeated? It ended just as the noodles finished cooking?'

For a moment, Ye Zhangqing felt that this extermination war seemed rather childish.

"Wasn't it supposed to be horribly brutal? Have you ever seen an extermination war, a battle of millions, where the outcome is decided in less than a quarter of an hour?"

But the fact is, the Undying Race indeed retreated, and without the slightest hesitation.

"Brother Ye Zhangqing, the Undying Race lost, we shouldn't waste the food—let's eat it."

"Exactly."

"Young Friend Ye Zhangqing, this old man is injured; let's first have a bowl of soup."

"I'm injured too; the Undying Race is really fierce."

Everyone chattered away; hearing this, Ye Zhangqing felt helpless, but seeing that all the ingredients had already been taken out and prepared, just waiting to be put in the pot,

After thinking, Ye Zhangqing finally nodded.

Since it's come to this, might as well treat everyone; after all, the food was already prepared, and now that the Undying Race has withdrawn, it's fine.