Chapter 261

They certainly did not expect that this white-haired monk would possess such strength.

This change was never part of their plan.

Originally, it should have been three witches killing this white-haired monk, and the Yin brothers' assistance just now was wholehearted.

Of course, regarding the current outcome of mutual destruction, the Yin brothers secretly rejoiced.

The leader of the Fusang tribe also secretly rejoiced.

However, after the secret joy, a layer of worry also clouded his heart.

With the sudden loss of three of the six witches, the difficulty of attacking the Great You has suddenly increased by a level.

We can only hope that after the Yin brothers advance to Great Witch, their strength will far surpass the present, bringing them a surprise.

Yes, the Fusang tribal leader clearly knows that this advancement to Great Witch is not by one person, but by the Yin brothers together—but not both becoming Great Witch.

Rather, the two unite to achieve Great Witch.

According to the Yin brothers, they have jointly cultivated a special secret method that can temporarily make them into one person.

And after the two merge into one body, that person possesses the realm and strength of a Great Witch.

The Yin brothers have demonstrated this method once before several tribal leaders and witches; their strength is indeed extraordinary, leaving people astonished.

Only Wu Yang, who has poor relations with others and does not know exactly how the Great Witch came into being, is unaware.

But to perform this method, various precious materials are also required in considerable quantity, and the cost is not small.

Moreover, several of these precious items are unique specialties of other tribes; once these are cut off, it also restricts the Yin brothers from performing the secret method to become Great Witch.

Similarly, the more materials consumed in one casting of the secret method, the longer the duration can be maintained.

That is to say, the resulting "Great Witch" is actually not truly and completely superior to the five major tribes.

The Fusang tribe will not be elevated above others just because the Great Witch has come into being; everyone remains in a state of mutual restraint and balance.

Moreover, with an additional secret weapon, they can attack the Great You.

This is why the five major tribes of the Bei Yuan tribe are now restless.

Now that three of the six witches are gone, the Yin brothers can become Great Witch, yet they are not truly and completely Great Witch, and the situation is not as perfect as imagined.

However, having weakened the other tribes' strength, the Fusang tribal leader is also pleased to hear of it.

While he on this side is pleased and suppresses his smile, the leaders of the other three tribes are forcibly suppressing the anger in their hearts.

With the three Great Witches gone, the strength of their three tribes has immediately dropped by a level.

Next, they will likely find it difficult to contend with the Wu Jin and Fusang tribes, especially since the Wu Jin and Fusang tribes are relatively on good terms, making the situation even worse.

"We have suddenly lost three witches; the matter of attacking the Great You will probably become extremely difficult," said the leader of the Heishui tribe in a deep voice.

"Yes, things have changed; we should plan for the long term."

"With so many people here, the news will likely not be suppressed; what we should focus on next is probably not attacking the Great You, but preventing the Great You from invading."

The three tribal leaders, exchanging sentences, are about to suppress the matter of jointly attacking the Great You.

Given the current situation, they should immediately return to their tribes to "rest and recuperate," exerting their utmost effort to "cultivate" another witch as soon as possible—this is the most correct choice.

"No, no."

The Fusang tribal leader shook his head and said, "Given the current situation, we should even more so unite and, while the news has not yet spread, launch an early attack. If the Great You does not react in time, once I occupy most of the rivers and mountains, advancing can attack and retreating can defend—this is the supreme strategy."

What he said is very reasonable, even if three witches are lost.

But witches of this level, even in a national war, cannot possibly rush into action at the very beginning.

It is not like a nuclear bomb, fully prepared, where pressing a button launches it.

Witches are people; the battlefield is perilous, and even in a war of national fate, they face the danger of death—how can they act rashly?

If blocked by a Great You immortal master of equal level who sets a trap, they might not be able to return.

But the Great Witch is different—possessing overwhelming strength, they can serve as spear tips and spearheads, fearless of danger—on the contrary, after a bout of fighting, the Great You prepares thoroughly, leaving the Great Witch little room to further exert themselves.

By directly attacking with the might of the Great Witch, we can shock the Great You, then occupy a favorable position where we can negotiate or fight, advance or retreat.

"Improper."

"Indeed improper."

The leaders of the three tribes, however, did not even seek reasons to rebut, but directly opposed.

According to the previous situation, everyone mutually restrained each other, so they were not afraid of the Fusang tribe turning hostile and doing whatever.

The Fusang tribe is indeed easy to defend but hard to attack, and they are not worried about harassment from the Great You—this is why they came here.

Now, the Fusang tribe turning hostile has become a possibility, and the leaders of the three tribes are unwilling to entrust their lives and safety to others.

They wish they could immediately grow wings and fly out of the Fusang tribe.

The longer they stay, the more dangerous it is for them.

The Fusang tribal leader frowned, he also did not want to press too hard, and besides, he is only one tribe and still has no way to truly subdue the other three tribes, even though they have already lost their witches.

"Wu Da Wang, what do you think?" the Fusang tribal leader looked toward the high platform of the Wu Jin tribe.

Bringing in an ally, great things can be accomplished.

If the Wu Jin tribe's side is ambiguous in attitude, the Fusang tribe will not forcibly detain the leaders of the three tribes; they can simply go with the flow.

"..."

Wu Yang's face is grim; Wu You's nest has already died—where could he answer the question?

"You may do as you wish; my Wu Jin tribe will not interfere." Helpless, Wu Yang could only speak thus.

"Is that so?" the Fusang tribal leader frowned, he was asking about Wu You's nest, what does Wu Yang have to do with it.

Tribal major affairs are not something witches can decide, let alone Wu Yang, who is at odds with the tribal leadership internally and has been excluded.

Having status but no real power, the Wu Jin tribe's soldiers will not obey Wu Yang's commands.

"Wu Da Wang." the Fusang tribal leader said, "Do you also see it this way?"

"Hehe."

Before Wu Yang could answer, the Yin brothers suddenly burst out laughing, not just one of them, but both laughing together.

Everyone looked at them, not knowing why the two shamans suddenly started laughing.

"So what?" the leader of the Fusang tribe asked.

"Nothing, I'm just laughing. You're asking a dead man a question." The Yin brothers spoke in turn, one sentence each, finishing their words.

"Huh?" Everyone's expressions changed slightly. Dead person? What does that mean?

The Yin brothers continued: "Wu You's nest is dead. The one sitting above is his corpse."

Below the high platform, the high priest, warriors, and attendants of the Wujin tribe who had come to participate in the duel immediately reacted, stepping out of their tents to look toward the high platform.

Not long after, someone shouted loudly: "The king!"

Before they could finish speaking, they abruptly shut their mouths, their faces darkening to the extreme.

Among the five tribes, three had lost their shamans, equivalent to losing both arms or their strongest weapon.

The Wujin tribe, however, had directly lost their head.

A group of dragons without a leader! The situation was even more serious.

"What is going on?" Wu You's nest was confirmed to have died mysteriously, and for a moment everyone felt uneasy.

Only the Yin brothers maintained exactly the same smile.

"Lord Wu, why did the king meet with misfortune?" A loyal follower of Wu You's nest, a high priest only one step away from the shaman realm, spoke up.

His words were not polite either.

Wu Yang had already stood up, preparing to take action.

"Master, should we make a move?" Jingang asked softly, and Tang Luohan also looked toward Tang Luo.

"Yes, the poor monk will protect you completely." Tang Luo said, reaching out his hand toward Wu Yang.

Wu Yang was startled, then immediately understood, and promptly presented her substitute wooden puppet.

At this moment, the high platform was the focus, and everyone could not understand what Wu Yang and her attendants were up to.

Moreover, it was the "internal affair" of the Wujin tribe, so no one rushed to jump in, intending to watch on, to observe the changes.

How to put it? Letting Wu Yang and Wu You's nest people face off, weakening internal strength, is beneficial for the other three tribes.

As for the Fusang tribe side, they secretly sighed.

After this series of changes, the Fusang tribe becoming the number one tribe in the northern wilderness is a solid fact, unfortunately the campaign against the Great You will likely have to be postponed, estimated to take another ten or so years before they can possibly march south.

Fortunately, internal troubles within the Great You are also not shallow, so there's no need to worry about them marching north.

"Wu Yang!"

Seeing Wu Yang not answer, that high priest shouted loudly again.

He had thought it through clearly: as a loyal follower of Wu You's nest, even if he allied with Wu Yang at this time, left the Fusang tribe, in the end it would still be a dead end.

Wu Yang would not let him go.

Better to turn face directly, to go with the tide, only then is there a chance to live.

"He's dead, what does it have to do with me......"

"Exactly! This bastard is the one I killed!" Wu Yang's words were only halfway spoken when Jingang roared, leapt directly down from the high platform, "Come on! If you've got the guts, fight your grandfather, life or death doesn't matter!"

The high priest's expression changed, and he spoke loudly: "Everyone has also seen this, I implore everyone here to act as witnesses, so that we may execute these traitorous tribespeople!"

Everyone else remained silent, just watching the spectacle.

"So much nonsense!"

Jingang roared and charged forward!

The high priest coldly snorted, performed shamanic arts, though no obvious change was seen, the charging Jingang suddenly twisted his body and flung himself hard to the ground.

Yet he still did not fully avoid the attack, a gash appeared on his chest, blood slowly seeping out.

"Not bad either."

The high priest said, "Who among you will deal with this wretch?" Wu Yang did not act, and he also did not want to rashly make a move.

"I'll do it!"

A tall man said, stepping out of the tent, the power of his totem surging, his whole body seeming wrapped in a ball of flame.

Jingang stood up again, the wounds on his body having already stopped bleeding on their own.

The high priest, watching, narrowed his eyes slightly: "You are not a person of our northern wilderness?"

"Amitabha."

At that moment, a Buddhist chant came from the high platform, Tang Luo walked toward the edge of the high platform, and in just a few steps had already returned to his original appearance.

Many people's faces changed greatly upon seeing this—wasn't this the white-haired monk from just before?

Didn't he perish together with the three shamans, even his corpse turned to ashes?

"I am the poor monk Xuanzang." Tang Luo raised one hand before his chest and spoke loudly, "Coming to the northern wilderness to block the emergence of the great shaman, I ask everyone to grant me convenience."

Speaking, he casually threw.

Four substitute wooden puppets were thrown down from the high platform by him, their forms swelling and changing in midair, and indeed four white-haired monks landed on the ground!

Like the monk just before, there were four more.