Chapter 1612: The Fleeing Xingtian

Xingtian fled back to Changyang Mountain in an extremely disheveled state. They had not stopped at all along the way, resting for only very short periods even at night. Everyone was already exhausted, but the thought that if they did not return early, the entire Shennong Clan might be wiped out, kept them going.

Under such immense pressure, even though there was not enough food to eat, they still drained all their potential and returned to Changyang Mountain at the fastest possible speed.

Xingtian's first priority was naturally to see Shennong. Linkui had been on Changyang Mountain, dreaming his dreams of suppressing all disturbances and defeating the Huaxia and Xuanyuan tribes, thinking about how he would continue to expand the Shennong Clan in the future and have his most capable general, Xingtian, conquer the Xuanyuan Tribe and bring their territory under his own rule.

But everything went against his wishes; what the Shennong Clan, already on the verge of collapse, waited for was an incomparably exhausted and wretched-looking Xingtian.

And the first words Xingtian said upon seeing Shennong were to shout: "Tribal Chief! Shennong! Quickly issue an order to summon all tribes to come to Changyang Mountain to support the defense!"

Shennong stood up abruptly and hurried to help the kneeling Xingtian: "Xingtian, what is this? What happened? Why do you look so miserable?"

Xingtian disregarded his image and said sorrowfully: "Tribal Chief! We have all been deceived. The Huaxia and Xuanyuan tribes are not at all as weak as they claimed. Their number of Soldiers is extremely high, and the Weapons they use are excellent. Just that kind of Iron Weapon—almost everyone has one. Furthermore, they have a type of weapon that, once thrown, does not take long after landing to suddenly explode, just like Heavenly Thunder striking the ground. Anyone near it is blown to death, or even potentially blown to pieces."

"They also ride some kind of wild beasts; they run extremely fast and are incredibly agile. They are truly difficult to fight."

"I fought them and only won a few small victories. The last time, I was surrounded by them. My Soldiers were reduced to only two thousand-plus men, and all our food was snatched away."

"There was no other way; I had to abandon those women and bring back the last of the Soldiers. Tribal Chief, hurry and issue the order to find people!"

"The Huaxia and Xuanyuan tribes are right behind us. If we search too late and those tribes cannot arrive in time, the Huaxia and Xuanyuan tribes will be upon us."

"It doesn't matter if I die; it doesn't matter if my tribe is destroyed!"

"But you cannot have anything happen to you, Tribal Chief. If something happens to you and Changyang Mountain is captured, then our Shennong Clan will be completely destroyed, and the sacrifices to our ancestors will be severed. This must absolutely not happen, Tribal Chief!"

If anyone else had said this, Shennong would surely have been furious and imposed a severe punishment, but the person before him was Xingtian—the Soldier he recognized and relied upon the most. His loyalty to him was beyond question, and his ability was also beyond question.

Now that he said the Shennong Clan had reached a critical moment of survival, it could not be false.

Therefore, at this moment, Shennong felt not anger, but panic and fear, and even more so, confusion, because he did not know why his tribe, the largest in the world, had reached such a critical moment of survival. This change had come too violently.

Regarding what Xingtian said, the Shennong Clan dared not delay at all. He immediately called in his men from outside and arranged for them: "Quick! Quickly go and call the people of the Jiebing and Xiqi tribes. Tell them to bring all their Soldiers to protect Changyang Mountain. The Huaxia and Xuanyuan tribes are attacking."

"Also, also..."

Shennong suddenly felt very lost: "Xingtian, which other tribes can we find?"

Xingtian was stunned. He calculated and suddenly realized that, seemingly, apart from the few central tribes like Jiebing and Xiqi that were right near Changyang Mountain, there appeared to be no other tribes left to find.

It was not just a matter of distance and time, but that there was truly no way to find any more, because the entire Shennong Clan did not have many tribes left.

Xingtian hardened his heart: "Gather all the Slaves from those tribes as well. Let them fight too. The Shennong Clan is not just ours; it is also theirs. They are also people of the Shennong Clan."

"With them, we won't have to fear the Huaxia and Xuanyuan tribes. We have enough people; we don't need to be afraid!"

But regarding this, Shennong was a bit uneasy: "Xingtian? Let the Slaves come? Why do I feel that those Slaves will not help us? And do they have Weapons? Can they fight?"

Xingtian actually acted foolishly at this moment: "Tribal Chief, they definitely can. Although they are called Slaves now, they were also people of our Shennong Clan before. They definitely can; they will certainly not abandon the Shennong Clan. Otherwise, what will happen to their sacrifices? What will happen to their Tribal Chief?"

Xingtian had completely forgotten that the sacrifices of those tribes had already been destroyed by him. At this moment of survival, Xingtian was already a bit anxious.

However, Shennong also believed Xingtian and decided to proceed as he said: summon all the tribes to jointly defend the Shennong Clan, and as for those Slaves, make them go to the battlefield no matter what; it would surely work. If they did not come, then could the Shennong Clan really be, as Xingtian said, about to be destroyed?

After arranging this so urgently, Shennong began to ask Xingtian for details, asking what exactly had happened. He found it truly hard to believe that the strongest person in his tribe could be beaten like this.

Xingtian told Shennong every detail he knew in full, which also placed immense pressure on Shennong.

The messengers Shennong sent out went to the surrounding tribes to demand troops. He controlled Changyang Mountain where he resided, but there were not many people there; the main strength of the entire Shennong Clan was all in the important surrounding tribes.

Those tribes bore the responsibility of feeding Changyang Mountain and defending the summit of Changyang Mountain, but over these years, they had also become miserable. Other tribes they were familiar with had either been destroyed or had fled; they were just the ones who had no other way.

Even the Soldiers of several major tribes were still out on campaigns; they had to suppress those rebellious tribes, so the number of Soldiers remaining in the tribes was not high. Added to the fact that there had been many wars in recent years, their own survival was a quite severe problem, yet they had to face Shennong's tyranny.

From Changyang Mountain to those surrounding tribes, even without stopping day or night, it would take two or three days to arrive. Plus the time for the tribes to prepare and the time to return, a long time would pass.

Therefore, Xingtian was also quite urgent and quite uneasy in his heart at this moment. If those tribes could concentrate all their strength and arrive in time, then there would still be the strength for a battle, and they could resist the attack of the Huaxia and Xuanyuan tribes.

But if they arrived too late, or did not attach enough importance to it, then I fear their Shennong Clan would truly be destroyed this time.

The entire Changyang Mountain now, including his own Soldiers, could only pull out three thousand-plus Soldiers. Xingtian did not think that this many people could truly withstand the Huaxia and Xuanyuan tribes.