Chapter 315: Strong Martial Confrontation, A Difficult Journey Home

This brutal battle has already lasted for 3 months, and the number of dead and wounded is immeasurable.

As for the lost crops, fields, houses, and forests, they are even more impossible to calculate; the scene is extremely tragic.

Lu Zhigang had just broken through to Martial Master and was originally full of ambition, but being in the midst of this great battle, he is no different from an ant.

He hides and conceals his tracks, and must kill without mercy when encountering Witch Tribe hunters.

These days of being terrified have reached their limit, and he is thinking of returning as soon as possible.

This trip was not in vain; it has been preliminarily confirmed that Kunpengzi is colluding with the Witch Tribe, and both sides are conspiring against Beixuan Zhou.

As one of the fifty states under heaven, once Beixuan Zhou falls, the shock to the world will be subversive.

The Witch Tribe, exiled by the Martial Saint, has returned to the land of Zhong Yuan, also bringing much turmoil and variables for the future.

"What exactly does the Golden Immortal Dao want to do?"

Lu Zhigang always feels that there must be a more sinister conspiracy behind the scenes, and it is best for his small frame to avoid it.

He intends to withdraw! In fact, the brutal siege battle, after lasting for 3 months, has ushered in its true climax.

The Witch Tribe army, covering the mountains and plains, parts to both sides like waves split by an iron ship, automatically creating an empty path.

A figure walks out of the empty path; with every step, his body expands by a circle, and within a few breaths, he becomes a small giant.

By the time he walks to the foot of Zunyang City, he has become a giant level with the top of the wall, a giant 60 to 70 meters tall.

"Strong Martial Artist, definitely a Strong Martial Artist!"

Lu Zhigang watches in terror; the physical body has transcended the laws of constant mass and can grow or shrink at will—this ability can only be achieved at the Strong Martial Level.

This giant, wearing animal skins and bull horns on his head, is clearly a Strong Martial Artist among the Witch Tribe.

Zunyang City is in trouble.

The giant looks up and lets out a roar that shakes the heavens and earth; the air waves condense into substance, clearing the fan-shaped area in front of him, and the martial artists in his path explode into blood mist, scattering with the wind.

He punches the city wall, and the entire section of the wall shakes crazily; the earth and stone texture actually becomes as soft as cotton, rippling with a distorted, wave-like scene.

The city wall was built by the Earth Sect and can only be destroyed by a Grandmaster, but the power of a Strong Martial Artist striking the wall brings vibrations and tremors that are absolutely fatal to the defenders.

Hundreds of people were immediately shaken to death, falling from the wall and being smashed to pieces.

The large-scale equipment on the city wall also fell apart and disintegrated amidst the shaking, with parts falling like raindrops onto the 'carpet' below, causing blood to splatter.

The martial artists standing on the city wall were one by one covered by the shockwaves, with large mists of blood erupting from their bodies and their bones and internal organs shattered.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

A ball of fire flies out from the city, lands on the wall, and without a word, expands orange fireballs with both palms.

"Returning Sun Scarlet Flame Palm."

The two giant palms transformed by the firelight expand until they are on par with the giant's hands, and are pushed out with a boom.

Although they are in the same defensive camp, the attack of the flaming palms does not distinguish between friend and foe; many surviving martial artists on the wall are baked by the high temperature of the flames, their skin rapidly dehydrating and shriveling, and their black hair turning to ash in an instant.

Boom! The flaming palms strike the giant's face and chest, the immense force pushing him back, and then they explode violently.

The surging flames, black smoke, and scorching air expand a hundredfold in volume, enveloping the giant's upper body.

A round of cheers erupts inside Zunyang City; the owner of the flaming palms has slightly frustrated the Witch Tribe giant, boosting morale a little.

Next, they must strike while the iron is hot and drive the Witch Tribe's Strong Martial giant out.

Even Zhou You thought the turning point had arrived... however, the next moment, while the giant is shrouded in flames and black smoke, the flames suddenly sweep up a group of people and slide off the city wall.

One sees the firelight rolling like a ball, crushing the surrounding Witch Tribe army like a red-hot iron ball rolling on a wool carpet, crackling and popping, with the unpleasant smell of scorched flesh everywhere in the air. Thump! The fireball hits the ground, bounces, and shoots into the sky, dragging thick smoke and flames behind it like a comet as it makes its escape.

They ran; they actually ran.

The human expert who had just repelled the Strong Martial giant, suspected to be a Strong Martial expert defending the city, actually took people and ran!

A brief calm appeared on the battlefield, followed by even more tragic and desperate slaughter and melee.

Woo, woo, woo! The Witch Tribe's Strong Martial giant reacts, opening his mouth to spew out a large black cloud, which is actually a gathering of countless insects with double wings and fangs.

The black cloud instantly swallows the firelight and black smoke, and the line of sight becomes clear.

The giant sees that the tail of the flames is already ten thousand meters away, looking as if it is about to escape.

He stretches out his giant palm, grabs the black cloud, compresses it, and forms a throwing spear to shoot out.

The flames break through the air, leaving a striking trail in the blue sky; perhaps because they are carrying too many people, the speed clearly cannot be increased.

The throwing spear arrives first despite being launched later, hitting the tail dragged by the flames in one strike.

This ball of fire was about to escape, but was scattered at the critical moment, and the people wrapped inside fell in all directions.

"Run, run!"

The surrounding flames suddenly gather, restoring a human silhouette; he clamps the throwing spear with both palms, deadlocked in mid-air.

The Witch Tribe's Strong Martial giant is agile, running with a thumping sound, crossing the ten-thousand-meter distance in a few breaths to kill.

The battle between the two Strong Martial experts can be described as dark and gloomy, with a sea of blood and no light.

Zhou You, fearing he would be caught in the crossfire, desperately moves away from this battlefield.

The owner of the flaming palms must be a Strong Martial expert of the defensive side; that he would risk exposing his identity to cover the retreat makes it easy to infer that some important person is hidden among that group.

This point, Zhou You can guess, and the people of the Witch Tribe can also guess.

Soon, beasts, poisonous insects, and elite hunters emerge one after another from the Witch Tribe army, scattering in pursuit.

Taking advantage of the Strong Martial giant fighting the opponent's Strong Martial expert, the Witch Tribe can use their advantage to capture the opponent's important person.

The direct consequence is that Lu Zhigang's road home is not easy to walk.

Although he can notify the main body and use the panel to recall the projection.

But unless it is a last resort, Lu Zhigang does not want to use this permission.

This trip deep into the barren land, risking the hunt of the Witch Tribe army, is very dangerous, but the harvest is also very great.

If nothing else, the poisonous insects raised by the Witch Tribe come from outside Beijing, and their venom is fierce and strangely varied, which is of great benefit to his Poison Palm.

Fighting the Witch Tribe experts time and again, killing enemies, and honing the power of the Poison Palm, his strength is improving rapidly.

This was a rare opportunity, and he truly did not want to give it up.

Although the road ahead was perilous, Lu Zhigang still wanted to give it a try; he did not want to waste this hard-won opportunity.

Currently, being able to engage more with the Sorcerer Tribe and gather intelligence would also be of immense benefit to the main body's future decision-making.

Hmm, he had also thought it through; if he bypassed the location where the group escorted by the flames had fallen on his way back, there shouldn't be too much danger.

After all, the Sorcerer Tribe still had to attack Zunyang City and could not spare too many men; they could only focus their search on suspicious areas, so as long as he bypassed those places, the probability of encountering large-scale Sorcerer Tribe forces was not high.

"Trial Project: Journey of Escape initiated; using projection retrieval is judged as a failure."

As expected, the panel's tasks are never late! (End of chapter)