Chapter 447: Savage Crowd Surprise Attack

In the dense forest on the hillside, Tu Ming revealed his figure.

He was about seven feet tall, with a strong physique and clear muscle lines.

His skin color was like ancient bronze, he wore animal skin, was barefoot, and a large snake was wrapped around his waist and back. The large snake was dead, only a shell, but it was still lifelike. The huge snake head was right above Tu Ming's shoulder, looking particularly terrifying.

As the High Priest of the Hundred Poison Tribe, known as Poison Belly, the accessories on Tu Ming's body were also mostly snake bones and viper scales, and snake teeth and poison sacs hung from his necklace.

At this moment, he stretched out his withered fingers and gently pinched a tiny poison sac in the necklace.

He pulled the poison sac off and infused magic power.

In an instant, the poison sac was restored, enlarged to the size of a palm, and held in Tu Ming's hand.

Tu Ming murmured, cast a mouth seal, and chanted a spell.

At the same time, his five fingers pressed the poison sac, kneading continuously.

The five fingers were also bronze-colored, but the wrinkles and finger gaps were pitch black like iron.

The kneading and squeezing of the fingers were not irregular, but like five poisonous snakes wrapped around the surface of the poison sac, continuously twisting and wandering, coldly rubbing.

Tu Ming's mouth curled slightly, revealing a sinister smile, his gaze became more and more icy, projecting a ruthless look.

Poison Technique—Formless Poison!

The mouth seal and finger seal were combined, and on the basis of using the poison sac, he cast this move.

Tu Ming was a Nascent Soul-level great cultivator; casting a spell so solemnly and with all his strength was something that had not been seen for many years.

The poison sac continued to be consumed, gradually collapsing, and finally turned into a thin bag membrane.

The formless, odorless, and soundless poison gas, according to Tu Ming's spiritual sense guidance, drifted silently to the foot of the mountain.

There, an army was trekking through mountains and rivers, rushing forward, it was the Savage Monster Army of the two-note nation.

The poison gas drifted into the army, unimpeded, and spread rapidly.

The many barbarians and monster cultivators who inhaled the poison gas were still marching, discussing, scolding, and some were even arguing, without noticing that death was coming.

"Old Cow, how is the taste of that snake monster?"

"What snake monster, I don't understand what you are talking about!"

"Don't pretend, many people saw you running to the female snake monster's tent late last night to dual cultivate. Look at your fatigue today, you've been sucked dry, right?"

"What are you saying! I, Old Cow, am strong and healthy, dual cultivating seventeen or eighteen times a night, and I will still be full of energy, full of spirit, full of dragon and horse spirit..."

Plop.

Before he finished speaking, the cow-headed monster cultivator fell to the ground, expressionless.

Dead.

The monster cultivator who had just talked laughed loudly: "Old Cow is bragging, he's exhausted, uh..."

Plop.

He also fell down, his face calm, losing his life.

Plop, plop...

A series of cultivators fell one after another, like wheat stalks after rain and wind, collapsing one after another.

At this moment, the Savage Monster Camp finally reacted.

The cultivator responsible for vigilance rang the alarm bell and roared at the same time: "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!!"

Plop.

The next moment, he also died.

But the alarm bell was a magic tool, still emitting a piercing alarm.

"Something is wrong, General, someone is poisoning! Our army has already suffered over a hundred casualties." A subordinate came to report.

Xu Dali, sitting on the heavy-armored rhinoceros, was taken aback, hurriedly reached out, grabbed the long-handled war hammer hanging on his mount, and roared: "Form up, form up!"

His volume was very loud, setting off a wave of wind, spreading out. The inner circle of personal guards knew the inside story, and the elite soldiers in the outer circle heard the movement, didn't know why, and cast suspicious gazes one after another.

The subordinate hurriedly asked: "General, what formation should we set?"

"Iron Bucket Formation, set up the Iron Bucket Formation first!" Xu Dali roared.

His subordinates around him acted immediately; some held military flags, some arranged weapons, and some issued orders.

The Savage Monster Camp was like a bloated bear, awakened after bleeding and being injured, immediately bristling with hair, and guarding angrily.

Another hillside.

Two Nascent Soul-level barbarian cultivators stood side by side.

One was Di Lu, black cloth over his eyes, upper body bare, painted with blood totems, carrying two huge crescent curved blades on his back.

One was Gu Ya, blue hair, wolf claw patterns on his cheeks, holding a ferocious wolf-tooth club.

Both were Nascent Soul level.

Gu Ya slammed down hard, inserting the wolf-tooth club into the mountain rock.

He raised his head slightly, puffed out his chest, took a deep breath, and then bit his finger, letting out blood.

He dipped his finger in blood and smeared it along the wolf claw patterns on his cheeks and forehead.

At the same time, he activated his magic power and infused it into the wolf claw patterns.

The patterns were stimulated by the dual excitement of blood and magic power, as if they had life, and began to grow rapidly, spreading on Gu Ya's cheeks and chest.

Finally, it spread along his legs and feet to the surrounding mountain land.

In a moment, the blood-blue patterns formed complex and ancient patterns, placing the Lone Wolf and Di Lu in the most central area.

Storage Formation—Beast World: Wolf Mountain!

The blood-blue magic formation erupted with strong brilliance, and a large group of wolves rushed out from the brilliance.

These ferocious mountain wolves had light gray, dark gray, and gray-blue fur.

They were all carefully raised by Gu Ya, with good strength; the vast majority were Qi Refining level, and the leaders were all Foundation Establishment level.

There were three Golden Core-level commanders, each as big as a calf, and after walking out of the magic formation, they did not charge, but stood beside Gu Ya, guarding the main general.

The wolf pack was like a tide, rushing down from the hillside, forming a ferocious military force, covering the Savage Monster Camp.

Poison Belly High Priest Tu Ming finished casting the poison technique and had been watching the Savage Monster Camp from afar.

Seeing the Savage Monster Camp in a commotion, wanting to form a formation, he couldn't help but sneer: "Iron Bucket Formation? Lu Hongtu is right, this Xu Dali lacks ability and doesn't know how to adapt. How can a mere Iron Bucket Formation resist my Formless Poison?"

In another place, Gu Ya also observed the movement of the Savage Monster Camp, but frowned tightly.

Once the Iron Bucket Battle Formation was formed, it would greatly increase the defense of the Savage Monster Camp, bringing great difficulties to the impact of his wolf pack.

"If my Pale Moon Tribe loses to the Hundred Poison Tribe, where will my face go?"

"The divine decree requires us to go all out; my wolf pack will suffer too many losses, how will I face the main force of the two-note nation in the future?"

Thinking of this, Gu Ya immediately let out a long howl, opened his arms, and danced a war dance on the spot.

The blood-blue patterns on his body, with every ancient and primitive dance movement he made, left behind streaks of blood-blue light shadows in mid-air.

The light shadows intertwined, weaving into the appearance of an altar.

Gu Ya climbed onto the altar and cast his means.

Beast-Controlling Technique—Wolf Running in the Wind!

The Wolf Running Technique took effect immediately, causing the wolf pack's speed to increase by a large margin, rapidly shortening the charging distance.

Beast-controlling was one of the hundred arts of cultivation.

In the Thousand Peaks Forest, Gu Ya and Ju Bing were collectively known as the Pig-Wolf Beast Masters, and both were known to have deep attainments in beast-controlling techniques.

The Savage Monster Camp was in a panic.

"Bad, the wolf pack has accelerated!"

"We won't have time to form the formation, General, what should we do?"

The subordinate reported urgently.

In the past few days, Xu Dali had also been conscientious, as the main general, he had filled the training volume, but there were too many people, leading to high training difficulty and a quite low level of training shared.

At this moment, the military situation was urgent, and the Savage Monster Camp did not disappoint and dropped the chain, unable to form the formation quickly.

"Form up for me!" Xu Dali roared, his aura erupted, forming a wave of air.

The air wave expanded rapidly, and within a few breaths, it swept the whole army.

Military Strategy—Military Values Speed!

Xu Dali was the main general of an army, and naturally also practiced military strategy.

He also used the most classic military strategy, Military Values Speed, quite well.

The wolf pack charged faster, and under the blessing of military strategy, the speed of the Savage Monster Camp forming the formation also accelerated.

"Someone, hold it for me, no retreat in this battle!" Xu Dali roared.

His personal guards and elite soldiers acted faster, and the Iron Bucket Formation with them as the core had already taken shape.

The deputy general checked for omissions for Xu Dali and advised: "General, should we ask for help from friendly forces?"

Xu Dali was reminded and nodded hurriedly: "Of course we must ask for help, hurry up and ask for help!"

Awoo!

The wolf pack officially clashed with the Savage Monster Camp.

The roughly organized battle line of the Savage Monster Camp was like tofu dregs, easily pounced and smashed by the wolf pack.

The cultivators of the Savage Monster Camp screamed one after another, and after the clash, over a hundred people died immediately!

The battle line was distorted and could not be supported, and several gaps were broken.

The wolf pack was like a flood, following the gaps, and killed into the inner circle.

But here, they hit an iron plate, and their offensive was obviously curbed.

Centering on Xu Dali, his personal guards and elite soldiers had already formed a small Iron Bucket Formation.

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The battle formation gave every cultivator participating in the formation a huge defensive boost, as if they were copper-skinned and iron-boned, making it difficult for the mountain wolves to see results no matter how they tore and bit.

On the hillside, Tu Ming's expression condensed a bit.

The resilience of the Savage Monster Camp was a bit beyond his expectations.

He saw that the core of the Savage Monster Camp had stabilized, and the vast majority of the cultivators outside the core, although retreating steadily, were only constrained by the ferocity of the wolf pack's offensive.

Very few people were panicked; most were resentful after being attacked and wanted to fight back.

"The military heart of the Savage Monster Camp is still usable!"

"Gu Ya is too impatient, delaying my disturbing their military heart."

Tu Ming felt dissatisfied with Gu Ya.

His Formless Poison was formless, colorless, and odorless, and could just create huge terror for the Savage Monster Camp, shaking and swaying their morale.

But the wolf pack's attack followed closely, instead making the Savage Monster Camp not have time to taste the terror atmosphere brought by the Formless Poison, and falling into the emotional state of hot fighting.

The Formless Poison was still playing a role, but the attention of the Savage Monster Camp was attracted by the wolf pack, even if there were cultivators dying strangely beside them, most people couldn't care less.

Gu Ya frowned tightly.

His wolf pack hit the small iron bucket formation, and it was also bloody, losing more than seventy mountain wolves in a short time.

"Xu Dali's core has not been shaken, and the influence he brings is taking effect. The cultivators near the core circle are all relying on it. If not stopped, a larger Iron Bucket Formation will soon take shape!"

"By then, my wolf pack will suffer more losses."

Gu Ya felt impulsive, looked at Di Lu, and wanted to ask him to charge the formation and form a cooperation with himself.

But after Di Lu noticed Gu Ya's gaze, he shook his head decisively.

Gu Ya loved his wolves, Di Lu could understand, but Di Lu would never lose the big for the small; his most important task here was to protect Gu Ya.

Di Lu said: "The Hundred Poison Tribe and my Pale Moon Tribe have both taken action one after another; don't forget, there is also the Ancient Vine Tribe."

With the divine decree, he was not worried at all that the people of the Ancient Vine Tribe would be lazy.

Another hillside.

The Nascent Soul cultivator of the Ancient Vine Tribe, Bi Tengyi, and her husband, the Golden Core cultivator Cang Teng Wang, both cast their gazes at the battlefield.

On the battlefield, the Savage Monster Camp and the wolf pack were fighting together, already forming a large area of blood and rain, broken corpses and remains.

Seeing that the scale of Xu Dali's Iron Bucket Formation was expanding, Cang Teng Wang took out the huge black bow from behind.

The black bow looked like it was made of withered wood, naturally curved, but not strung.

Cang Teng Wang reached out, twisted his white hair and beard, and then pulled hard.

He pulled his hair off and handed it to the black bow.

Accompanied by his spellcasting, the white hair in his hand expanded violently, turning into pale vines.

The white vines were small but tough, full of strong elasticity. They automatically attached, tightly entangled the upper and lower ends of the black bow, and then tightened themselves, pulling the black bow more curved.

Cang Teng Wang held the black bow in his left hand, pulled the empty string with his right hand, and aimed at the battlefield.

He pulled back to the limit, and with his action, the muscles of his right arm burst, exuding a strong masculine aura.

He pulled the bowstring to the limit, and then let go.

Boom.

A muffled sound, the bowstring straightened again, trembling violently.

Clearly there was no arrow, but on the battlefield, where Cang Teng Wang's gaze was locked, a white mark suddenly appeared.

The white mark condensed, turned into pale vines, twisted the cultivator's heart, drilled through his body, and made vines and thorns grow out of all parts of his body, turning into a bloody, broken corpse.

Boom, boom, boom...

Cang Teng Wang pulled the string continuously and let go continuously.

His black bow was not a weapon, but a magic tool. Combined with his strange spells, it made vines grow out of thin air in the cultivator's body, taking away the lives of one cultivator after another.

Many key figures in the Savage Monster Camp died inexplicably.

These people were either holding military flags, holding military orders, or even carrying small formation disks.

Accompanied by the death of these people, the expansion trend of the Savage Monster Camp's Iron Bucket Formation stopped immediately.

Seeing this change, Gu Ya laughed loudly and danced the barbarian dance again.

In essence, this was casting spells through body seals.

Beast-Controlling Technique—Wolf Howl Shaking the Heart.

Beast-Controlling Technique—Wolf Claws Like Soldiers!

Two spells were released, and Gu Ya was extremely exhausted, kneeling on the spot, panting heavily.

He blessed the entire wolf pack alone, even at the Nascent Soul level, it was very strenuous. Especially since the wolf pack had already clashed with the Savage Monster Camp and was influenced by the Savage Monster Camp's military energy, the difficulty and consumption of spellcasting had risen sharply.

The wolf pack was blessed, each let out a howl, powerfully shaking the heart defense of the Savage Monster Camp's cultivators.

The wolf claws were covered with a layer of metallic brilliance, becoming extremely sharp, like weapons.

The wolf pack's offensive rose by a large margin, killing the Savage Monster Camp with heads rolling and people turning over.

"Damn guy, controlling the wolf pack, it must be Gu Ya, I want to kill him!" Xu Dali saw that his side suffered heavy losses, furious, his eyes filled with bloodshot, and he was about to come to find Gu Ya's trouble alone.

"General, don't be impulsive."

The deputy general hurriedly persuaded Xu Dali. Without Xu Dali, the small iron bucket formation that had just stabilized would also be in jeopardy.