Chapter 167: How Dare They! (Request for Monthly Tickets)

The wealth within the Darkblood Space was plundered clean by the players in no time.

Lucky players filled their spatial bags to the brim with resources; after conversion, their earnings reached over fifty thousand Sacrificial Power, truly a sudden windfall.

Late-arriving players, finding no resources left to claim, simply turned their attention to the space itself.

Using pickaxes, weapons, and other tools, they hammered at the energy foundation stones constituting the space, initiating a house-demolition Cultivation Mode.

This scene left An Sui, still lying on the ground, utterly stunned.

Such conduct could rightly be called suicide.

As the spatial structure was destroyed, the entire Darkblood Space would collapse; when that happened, not a single member of the Player Clan could escape, and all would perish in the spatial backflow.

Yet the members of the Player Clan clearly either failed to realize this or simply did not care about the catastrophic cost of their actions, continuing to frantically destroy the spatial structure.

Boom!

The Darkblood Space suddenly trembled; a corner of the space instantly transformed into a black vortex, dragging nearby players in and shredding them.

The other players cast a curious glance before continuing to mine the foundation stones.

"They've all gone mad!"

Realizing that staying here meant certain death, An Sui gritted his teeth and struggled to his feet.

Waves of dizziness washed over him; he felt as drunk as a lord, stumbling unsteadily toward the spatial passage outside the treasury.

If he did not leave now, he would never get the chance to leave at all.

He knew the Darkblood Space had been completely ruined by the hands of the Player Clan.

These stupid, greedy fools had utterly buried his rise-to-power plans; everything was finished.

Staggering to the spatial teleportation array, he reached out to touch the dark-red gem at its center, and his body instantly turned into white light.

Moments later, his figure appeared outside the space.

Nearby players swarmed toward him like madmen, still continuously pouring into the Darkblood Space.

Before An Sui could flee, he was blocked by the crowd of players, forced to touch the spatial crystal, and sent back into the Darkblood Space once more.

Glancing back at the already unstable spatial structure, An Sui activated teleportation again without hesitation.

This time, just as he exited, he was grabbed by the surging Black Tide of players and dragged back inside.

This left An Sui dumbfounded.

He realized he could not get out.

Unless he could escape immediately upon exiting without making contact with any player, touching a player would cause them to be treated as a single entity; once a player touched the spatial core, he would be dragged back along with them.

Refusing to believe it, he activated the teleportation again.

Seconds later, An Sui found himself back at square one alongside a group of players.

"Charge!"

The players around him rushed toward the treasury, while An Sui stood frozen in place.

It's over!

To survive, he chose to keep trying.

But every time he went out, he was dragged back together with the players, who seemed determined to force him to be buried alongside the collapsing space.

This drove An Sui into a frenzy.

In his current weakened state, there was no way he could survive within the collapsing space.

Only by getting out was there a path to life, and only by staying alive was there hope for the future.

He began teleporting repeatedly.

As time passed, the collapse of the space grew increasingly severe.

Pitch-black cracks, like demonic claw marks, appeared on the spatial walls, spreading at an astonishing speed.

Wherever they passed, energy burst forth like shattered glass; the expansion of each crack was accompanied by a fierce energy storm that swept up everything nearby.

The pillars constituting the space shattered; one crystal, unable to withstand the pressure, exploded with a loud bang, releasing energy like a surging tsunami that rushed in all directions, dragging nearby players in and shredding them.

The energy shockwave further intensified the spatial collapse.

More crystals broke in succession; the entire space fell into a trend of expanding collapse, with chaotic energy currents running rampant.

The Darkblood Space resembled a crumpled sheet of paper, beginning to twist and fold as its original areas rapidly contracted.

Witnessing this scene, An Sui panicked completely.

He realized he was truly going to be buried here alongside the Player Clan.

"No, I still have a chance!"

Facing a life-or-death crisis, An Sui suddenly thought of a possible escape.

That was to flee in the very second before the space completely shattered; at that moment, the teleportation passage leading out would be destroyed, making it impossible to teleport back.

But to do this, he needed to precisely time the destruction of the spatial passage beneath his feet.

If he mistimed it, he might be teleported out only to be immediately sent back the next second, then Iron Face the spatial backflow swallowing him whole.

An Sui's heart instantly tightened with tension, his eyes fixed tightly on the still-expanding spatial rifts.

His heart hammered wildly within his chest, as if trying to burst through its ribcage cage.

The rapid pounding of his heart mingled with his ragged breathing, weaving a tense, suffocating Death Movement.

Hoo~ hoo~ hoo~.

Taking deep breaths continuously, An Sui clenched his fists tight, staring at the spatial rift expanding toward him like the gaping maw of an abyss.

Time seemed to freeze in this moment; every second was stretched infinitely long, and several times he suppressed the urge to teleport and flee.

"Can't rush... absolutely cannot rush."

Boom!

The space trembled violently again; the entire realm resembled shattered glass, now covered in cracks.

An Sui's gaze locked tightly onto a spatial rift rapidly snaking toward him, his eyes tracking its expansion.

"Now!"

Just as the spatial rift tore through the spatial barrier and reached him, An Sui abruptly activated the teleportation array.

After a brief sensation of weightlessness, his body turned into white light and vanished; moments later, he appeared in the outside world.

Nearby players swarmed toward him.

An Sui tried to break through, but he simply could not avoid the players.

White light suddenly flashed across his body.

"No!"

Just as An Sui thought he would be teleported back into the Darkblood Space again, the white light enveloping his body suddenly dissipated.

Crack!

A crisp sound of shattering rang out; the gem on the Darkblood Reincarnation Space necklace split apart in response, scattering in all directions.

The teleportation array was destroyed, and the passage connection collapsed along with it; An Sui knew he had survived.

But the nearby players continued to swarm, pressing him into the center.

At this moment, the regional voice channel erupted:

"What's going on? Why can't we get in? Does anyone know what happened?"

"A bunch of beasts! They destroyed the space inside; those of us who arrived late didn't even get a sip of the soup."

"My teammate is still in there; he said the space is collapsing on a large scale and he's about to be gone. The fun is over."

Through their exchanges, the nearby players learned that the Darkblood Treasury had been mined until it collapsed.

Those who arrived late, or for the second or even third time, felt immense regret.

At this moment, they scattered, turning their gazes toward the necklace on the ground.

[Darkblood Reincarnation Space (Damaged)]:

Item Quality: 12 (Internal space collapsed; spatial materials devoured by spatial backflow; quality decreased)

Item Description: ...

Seeing that the internal space, originally rated at 355, had dropped to a quality of merely 12 after being destroyed, the players who had been debating how to distribute ownership rights were all dumbfounded.

This showed just how insane the players who had entered the internal space had been.

Looking at An Sui, who was prostrate on the ground with an exhausted expression, the nearby players all shook their heads in regret.

A level 32 monster with nearly depleted vitality was not even worth the mental energy required to use a controlling soul on.

And while a quality-12 necklace could be sacrificed for some money, with so many players nearby, there simply wasn't enough to go around.

In the eyes of the players, An Sui had completely lost all value.

"Let's scatter, let's scatter; go home and work on our vehicles."

Someone shouted this, and the nearby players sighed, turned, and dispersed in all directions.

Witnessing this scene, An Sui, whose emotions had been stretched tight, froze; he could not help but ask the player in front of him, "You're not going to kill me?"

"Forget it; what's a level 32 worth? I heard from the forum brothers that we promised to spare your life, so let's just spare you."

The player questioned was also taken aback, then shook his head, indicating he had no such intention.

This answer should have filled An Sui with joy, yet his feelings were incredibly complex.

How many times had this happened now?

The Player Clan's contempt for him stirred a strong sense of humiliation within him.

Just as the Player Clan member in front of him prepared to turn and leave, An Sui could not help but grit his teeth and ask,

"Aren't you afraid I'll come back in the future to seek revenge on you?"

"Aren't you afraid I'll seek revenge on you in the future?"

The players who heard these words were clearly amused:

"Feel free to seek revenge on us, the Player Clan. Do your best. Remember to save up more resources for next time; even if you fail, you can still exchange it for another life."

With that, the player reached out and ruffled his head, then turned and left while An Sui stood there dumbfounded.

"A humiliation beyond measure!"

He had never encountered such shame before.

Once a member of the Darkblood Legion, a plundering force that crossed myriad worlds, he understood one truth clearly: when facing any faction, one must eradicate it completely, leaving no roots and sparing no one.

No one could be sure whether a faction once plundered might one day unexpectedly gain the power of rules and grow to an unimaginable state.

But the Player Clan's response made it plain: you are simply not worth our attention.

This conduct utterly ignited An Sui's fury.

He silently swore in his heart.

On the day he recovered his strength, he would definitely seek out the Player Clan and bring them destruction and despair.

Thinking of his current miserable predicament, An Sui clenched his fists tightly; his knuckles turned white from the force, veins bulged on the back of his hands, and tears welled in his eyes, only to be forcibly held back.

Then he slowly rose to his feet, glaring at the departing player's back, and gritted his teeth as he said:

"You will regret this!"

He roared his oath of revenge, his voice echoing in the wind, even though doing so might get him killed by Player Clan members who turned back.

"Noted. Do your best."

The player who had just spoken to him raised his right hand without turning around, waved at him, and offered encouragement.

At that moment, An Sui felt like spitting blood.

What contempt! What humiliation! It makes me furious!

Just then, rain began to fall from the sky, as if mirroring An Sui's current mood.

Recalling scene after scene of being humiliated by the Player Clan, An Sui's spirits sank to their lowest point.

"If I had known it would come to this... I should have died the moment I revived. What have I gained by persisting until now with what I thought was a clever scheme?" he murmured softly as tears slid from the corners of his eyes.

"You have gained the tempering of your willpower." Just then, a voice arrived.

Looking up, he saw a player who had somehow returned, standing amidst the pouring rain.

The player stopped in front of him, offered a shy smile, scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly, then scanned the surroundings. Confirming no other players were nearby, he picked up the gemless necklace from the ground and promptly made his escape.

Watching the player's receding figure, An Sui's long-suppressed emotions poured from his eyes like a breached dam, his sobs intertwining with the rolling thunder in the sky.

His hatred for the Player Clan reached its peak.

Already weak, his body could not withstand the emotional stimulation; darkness instantly engulfed his vision, and he collapsed limp to the ground.

He did not know how long he slept, but when An Sui awoke, the sky had darkened and the heavy rain had ceased.

Lying on the ground, feeling starving, he had no intention of getting up.

At this moment, he felt utterly lost, unsure of where to go or what to do.

Though hatred filled his heart, he did not even know how to begin.

Without the resources of the Darkblood Treasury, he could only hunt weak lives like a beast to regain the power needed to restore his strength.

How long was the road to revenge.

Just then, a dark red light appeared at the corner of his eye.

An Sui turned his head and discovered that the shattered fragments of the gem were flashing with a faint light in a regular pattern.

Hmm?

He crawled to a shard of the broken gem, dug it out of the muddy earth, wiped away the grime, and held it before his eyes to examine it carefully.

Feeling the gem's pulsing frequency, An Sui fell into deep thought.

As time passed, an unbelievable idea emerged in An Sui's mind.

He drew a wisp of qi and blood energy from his nearly depleted body and injected it into the gem fragment, attempting to resonate with the gem at the same frequency.

Immediately, a broken, intermittent voice came through:

"Who... are you... Why do you possess my Darkblood Legion's... Cycle Node?"

Hearing the voice from the other end, An Sui was overjoyed and quickly responded:

"I am the commander of the 228th Branch Legion of the Darkblood Legion. I am An Sui."

Upon hearing his reply, the gem suddenly stopped flashing, and there was no further response.

Yet An Sui's heart was immensely excited.

He realized one thing: forces of the Darkblood Legion actually existed in this world.

This was clearly one of the factions that had fled during the schism years ago.

As long as he could establish contact with this faction, there was hope for his revenge.

But what he did not understand was why the transmission cut off halfway and the voice on the other end disappeared.

The hope that had just sprouted in his heart turned to fear; he was afraid the broken gem had caused the communication to fail permanently, making it impossible to re-establish a connection.

Amidst his anxious waiting, an invisible power descended.

The shattered gems on the ground suddenly rose, assembling themselves in midair, and then the invisible force pulled him into a mental scene.

Here, a putrid miasma permeated the air; at the far end of the mental projection scene sat a withered figure.

Clad in tattered, ancient battle armor, the figure was wreathed in dark qi as thick as ink; its Iron Face was emaciated, so much so that the contours of its facial bones were visible.

This figure made An Sui feel both strange and familiar.

"An Sui, after so many long years, you have actually become so weak."

The hoarse voice came from the Darkblood clansman at the far end; as he spoke, the figure could not help but cough violently.

"Who are you?" An Sui could not help but ask.

"An Xing."

Hearing the other's reply, An Sui was shaken to his core.

According to the historical imprint carried before the flight, the name An Xing represented the leader of the Darkblood Legion's main line and the supreme commander of the entire Darkblood Legion.

Although his past life was that of a branch legion commander, he had always revered An Xing above all.

"You... how did you become like this?" An Sui asked, bewildered.

An Xing did not answer the question directly but shook his head and said:

"How long have you been in the Monster World?"

Facing the inquiry, An Sui answered truthfully:

"I am not sure; I fell into slumber shortly after arriving in this world..."

Then An Sui recounted in detail the circumstances before his descent into the Monster World and what he encountered after arriving there.

After hearing his story, An Xing coughed violently again, and two beams of red light ignited in his dim eyes:

"Foolish, to actually dream of destroying this world. Do you know why I disbanded the Darkblood Legion back then?"

Faced with the question, An Sui recalled the contents recorded in the historical annals.

According to the image records and descriptions within the historical imprint, the Darkblood Legion was plundering a world called "Holy Spring" at that time.

The Darkblood Legion swept through the living beings of that world with an irresistible force.

But just as victory seemed within reach, a shadow blotting out the sun and moon surged from a corner of the world, rolling toward the Darkblood Legion like a black Black Tide.

Beetles as huge as mountains, scorpions spitting corrosive slime, death worms capable of devouring energy... countless terrifying war machines appeared. This was a calamity-level plundering force called the Battle Insect Race.

Just as the Darkblood Legion had invaded that world, the Battle Insect Race swept through the Darkblood Legion with an irresistible force.

The war lasted for several years; the Darkblood Legion chose to withdraw voluntarily and relinquish the world's resources.

But the Battle Insect Race was unwilling to let the Darkblood Legion depart and launched a relentless pursuit.

Realizing escape from the Battle Insect Race's pursuit was impossible, An Xing, as commander, chose to split the legion and scatter to flee, in order to prevent the total collapse of the Darkblood Legion.

This was undoubtedly the correct choice.

In the end, the Insect Race followed one of the fleeing Darkblood branches and departed.

The once-glorious Darkblood Legion thus disintegrated, establishing new civilizations in different worlds.

The branch legion he led was one of them.

But what An Sui did not understand was why An Xing was asking him these things, so he replied:

"An Xing, we were being pursued by the Battle Insect Race; we could only preserve the remaining strength of the legion by dismantling it and sacrificing a part of it."

"Correct. That faction is now in the Monster World. You wish to destroy this place; do you think you have the ability to contend with them?"

An Xing's answer startled An Sui.

Though he had not witnessed it personally, the terrifying scene from the image records, where shadows blotted out the sun and moon amidst extreme clamor, was deeply etched in his memory.

He had never expected that a calamity-level plundering force like that would be in this very world.

"This world... I fear it is about to be destroyed by the Battle Insect Race."

Hearing this, An Xing could not help but cough again, then shook his head and said:

"An Sui, this world is far more complex than you imagine. The Battle Insect Race is not the most powerful faction in this world. As far as I know, there is a calamity-level faction called the Terrifying Black Black Tide, which possesses even more terrifying war potential than the Battle Insect Race; its construction of an all-unit system has no weaknesses, and it is bolstered by the rule power of devouring growth."

"Black Black Tide?!" An Sui was shocked.

"Yes, it should be the faction you mentioned in your description just now. They are the most terrifying power in the Monster World. However, what I have touched upon is only a corner of this world; there may exist even more terrifying calamity-level factions than this one."

"You can understand it this way: this is a super-world where powerful clans stand in great numbers. Even at its peak, the Darkblood Legion, capable of fighting across multiple worlds, would be nearly at the bottom among the strong clans of this world. Your delusion of destroying the world is too naive. The more you understand this world, the more despair you will feel... Our peak, which we once took pride in, is nothing but a joke in the eyes of the many peak powers of this world."

As An Xing continued to speak, turbulent waves surged within An Sui's heart.

Only now did he realize how ridiculous his thoughts had been.

The Darkblood Legion at its peak could not even rank among the peak powers of this world, let alone him, a mere branch legion commander.

The oath to destroy the world is nothing but a foolish delusion.

At best, he is currently an ant at the very bottom rung, lacking even the qualification to enter a world-level battlefield.

"This is not your fault; establishing cognition always requires a process. When I led the main lineage into this world, I was just as wishful as you, but the cruelty of reality made me see the truth and realize my own insignificance."

After speaking, An Xing could not help but cough again.

"Your condition seems very poor; what happened?"

Facing the inquiry, An Xing took a deep breath, his battle armor automatically detaching from his body as a pulsating rune number surfaced on his skin.

"I have been struck by a Rule Curse; this rune acts as my countdown to death. With every pulse, my life diminishes accordingly. Soon, I will die under this Rule Curse and enter reincarnation to be remolded."

Having finished speaking, the red light in An Xing's eyes dissipated:

"According to the traditions of our Dark Descendant Legion, the next ruler will be selected from among the legion commanders of your branch legions. Wait ten years for my return after reincarnation, and I will resume command of the Dark Descendant Legion."

"Since you have established contact with me, you are also eligible to compete for the position of ruler."

"At the current stage, the Dark Descendant Legion's territory in the Monster World has been occupied by the Heaven Curse Clan. The commanders of the main and branch legions have each led portions of our people to flee to different regions of the Monster World to re-establish territories. You must also establish a Dark Descendant node in your region to ensure the continuation of the Dark Descendant Legion."

Hearing these words, a trace of bitterness surfaced on An Sui's Iron Face:

"I have lost everything now; how can I possibly establish a territory?"

"I will assist you. I have roughly five years left to live. During this time, I will transport stored resources to different nodes; you will receive a share. In the coming days, I will observe your growth and select a legion commander to take command of the Dark Descendant Legion after my death."

"But my clansmen have all died in battle; I am now entirely alone."

"It matters not. The reincarnation remolding of the previous cycle is nearing its end; I will allocate a batch of clansmen to belong to your legion."

After hearing the explanation, An Sui already understood An Xing's decision.

He intended to establish multiple Dark Descendant Legion clan grounds to reduce the risk of extermination, while simultaneously selecting his successor based on the development progress of different nodes, until he returns after the reincarnation cycle ends.

Facing An Xing's invitation, An Sui knew that an opportunity for survival amidst despair had arrived.

At this moment, he nodded solemnly:

"An Xing, I will follow your instructions and establish a node for the Dark Descendant Legion in my region."

An Xing nodded with an exhausted expression:

"The node reincarnation space in your hand has been pieced together for you using consumed Dark Descendant energy. Next, I will grant you the first batch of resources needed for development, as well as the clansmen returning in the next reincarnation cycle. Do not disappoint me."

Having spoken, An Xing waved his hand abruptly amidst violent coughing.

Instantly, the projected scene constructed from mental power collapsed, and An Sui's consciousness returned to his physical body.

Looking up, he discovered that the Dark Descendant Reincarnation Space Gem had restored to its original state.

Extending his consciousness into the gem, he found the vast space within reconstructed, though the lost reserve resources inside had not returned.

Just then, as the Energy Cube at the far end of the space flickered, the runes on its surface, which had been stagnant, began to pulse.

The node, silent for endless years, was reactivated, connecting with the Reincarnation Rules held by An Xing, the leader of the main lineage.

This meant he had regained mastery over the power of the Death Reincarnation, allowing him to strengthen his growth potential for the next life through death.

"Hahaha!"

After bitterness comes sweetness; after darkness comes light.

He had obtained an opportunity to rise again.

Just as An Xing said, powerful clans stand like a forest in this world, but high risk simultaneously implies super-high rewards.

If the Dark Descendant Legion can gain a foothold in this world, it will grow to heights far surpassing its former peak period.

Just then, a massive surge of Dark Descendant energy flooded into the space, generating dark red crystals that continuously piled up on the ground.

Following that, a huge, glowing dark red sphere entered the space.

An Sui had seen this object in the inheritance information.

It was a self-destruct device designed to perish together with the enemy, crafted from Dark Descendant energy.

When activated at a critical moment, it could unleash terrifying power to detonate the entire Dark Descendant space, preventing enemies from tracking the specific locations of other nodes via the Reincarnation Node Cube.

Now that the node he controlled had established a connection with the Reincarnation Rules, this defensive measure was extremely necessary.

It was also a means to protect the other legion nodes.

Boom!

The entire space suddenly shook, and An Sui's consciousness turned toward the end of the treasury.

A crack split open on the surface of the Energy Cube.

Countless infant embryos surged out from that crack like a Black Tide; these embryos were wrapped in a layer of transparent film. Upon hitting the ground, the films ruptured, and countless Dark Descendant Reincarnation Warriors landed, emitting cries.

Seeing this scene, An Sui immediately felt a headache coming on.

After withdrawing his consciousness, he scanned the surroundings and decided to temporarily find a safe location.

One hour later, An Sui re-entered the Dark Descendant space.

Facing hundreds of wailing Dark Descendant Reincarnation Warriors waiting to be fed, he manipulated the Reincarnation Node Cube to read the historical information of these warriors.

The first batch of Reincarnation Warriors sent over totaled 329 individuals.

Although they were still in an infant state, they were already capable of establishing cognition.

He distributed these inheritance imprints into the minds of the corresponding clansmen.

Like a historical book, the clansmen returning through reincarnation could browse through them to view information about their past lives.

After accomplishing all this, he came before the piled Dark Descendant crystals and sat down cross-legged.

Restoring his strength to its peak required ample qi and blood energy, but the Dark Descendant crystals could assist him in repairing injuries to his mental consciousness and physical body.

With each breath, the Dark Descendant crystals ahead automatically dissolved, transforming into dark red energy that surged into his body through his mouth and nose.

This energy traversed his body; wherever it passed, damaged meridians resembled parched land welcoming sweet rain, repairing rapidly.

Severed muscle fibers, nourished by the energy, interwove and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Originally shattered bones emitted faint "clicking" sounds as they gradually realigned and remolded.

To prevent players from plundering, his spiritual sea, which had been nearly exhausted, was infused with a spring of clear water, raising ripples layer upon layer and dispelling the haze shrouding his mental world.

His originally exhausted and scattered mental state also tended toward clarity under the energy's repair.

Finally, the last wisp of energy merged into his body, and An Sui slowly opened his eyes.

At this time, his injuries had completely healed, and his spiritual power had recovered to its peak state.

Looking forward, he saw that part of the piled crystals had turned into powder, which he waved out of the Dark Descendant space scene.

After accomplishing all this, An Sui turned his head to look at that group of wailing Reincarnation Warriors.

He sighed, knowing that everything had to start from scratch.

Only after this batch of clansmen grew up could he gradually establish a new power.

Fortunately, his cultivation realm had not been lost; as long as he possessed abundant qi and blood energy, he could rapidly restore his combat power.

And this group of clansmen urgently needed qi and blood energy to nourish them in order to accelerate their growth.

One hour later, An Sui hunted a massive monster and returned to the Dark Descendant space.

After absorbing half of the qi and blood energy from the monster, he tossed the beast before the reincarnated clansmen.

The clansmen, still crying, rushed toward the wild beast under the drive of instinct, opening their mouths to suckle across the air. Immediately, a blood mist overflowed from the monster's wounds and was inhaled into the bodies of the 329 clansmen.

Their bodies grew slightly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Some clansmen even saw a talent imprint surface on their foreheads; evidently, they had already activated some of the talent abilities exchanged through the Reincarnation Rules.

With the aid of qi and blood, the clansmen in their child state ceased crying.

They began to develop preliminary logical abilities, and a few clansmen had even started dimly browsing the inheritance information imprinted in their minds.

But at the current stage, this group of clansmen possessed absolutely no combat power.

An Sui left the Dark Descendant space again and began hunting outside.

Throughout the process, he remained extremely cautious, fearing he might provoke powerful creatures.

An Xing's words had given him a sense of awe for this world; he realized that he was currently combat power at the very bottom of the food chain. Only by being cautious was there hope for rising; otherwise, he would most likely perish midway.

Three days later.

Beneath the night sky, all sounds were silent.

Only a gentle breeze brushed past, stirring the grass and emitting a soft rustling sound.

At this moment, An Sui crouched in the grass, his gaze fixed tightly on a nearby monster lowering its head to gnaw on miscellaneous grass.

This was a monster shaped like a bear, its entire body covered in a layer of rough, hard black scales. Its head was huge, with two sharp fangs protruding from the corners of its mouth, dripping with green slime.

An Sui's pupils were unaffected by the night darkness; he could even clearly see the texture of the scale armor on the monster's body.

After several days of struggle, his form had transformed, becoming that of a six or seven-year-old child.

Behind him, a group of children in infant form lay prostrate on all fours, their faces bearing a maturity beyond their years.

Just then, An Sui moved.

His form turned into a swift wind as he dashed forward; the children behind him also spread their limbs, crawling close to the ground, closely following An Sui as they launched a charge.

Various talent spirit runes ignited, and a dense barrage of attacks fell like raindrops.

The startled monster wanted to flee but it was too late; it was successfully killed by An Sui and his clansmen.

After An Sui and his clansmen departed, only the monster's fur and bones remained on the ground; the qi and blood on its body had been entirely devoured.

Although they had not yet grown up, the clansmen at the current stage already possessed combat capabilities; An Sui no longer needed to act as a nanny, supplying the clansmen through hunting and feeding.

Under the night sky, An Sui led his clansmen in continuously hunting monsters.

Passing through a patch of jungle, one of the crawling clansmen suddenly spoke:

"Here..."

Hearing this, An Sui turned his head to look at the speaking clansman.

The clansman in infant form pointed a finger toward the northwest.

After days of contact, he knew this clansman possessed the Samsara innate ability called "Qi and Blood Tracking."

Receiving the hint, An Sui nodded and led the clansmen to advance in the direction indicated by the finger.

Before long, he spotted the prey indicated by the clansman: a giant serpent nearly five meters in length.

Its body resembled a thick ancient tree, covered entirely in a layer of oily, gleaming scales; its head was a broad triangle, and its vertical pupils looked like two pieces of amber, with an eerie green light swirling within them, exuding a chilling aura.

The giant serpent lay coiled in sleep, yet its forked tongue flicked like a nimble black flame, constantly darting in and out.

Just as An Sui prepared to lead his clansmen to strike, a Qi and Blood arrow shot forth from the distance, striking the giant serpent's eye with pinpoint accuracy, causing blood to spray.

Stung by pain, the giant serpent suddenly raised its head, its body tensing.

Realizing other hunters were present, An Sui decisively raised his hand, signaling his clansmen not to act rashly.

The figure who had struck also emerged from the bushes at this moment.

It was precisely the Player Clan, whom he hated enough to grind his teeth over.

A total of twelve members of the Player Clan appeared; the leading figure dashed straight toward the attacking giant serpent, their body rapidly plating with a layer of pitch-black color.

Bang!

Using their body to withstand the giant serpent's pounce and bite, another figure behind them raised a hand to construct an Energy Tower on the ground, while the remaining figures also launched their attacks one after another.

Before long, they had beaten the giant serpent to its last breath.

What surprised An Sui was that although the giant serpent tried several times to bypass the Player Clan member possessing powerful defense, the instant it attempted to move, it seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, forcing it to turn its head and continue attacking that specific player.

Through observing the battle and sensing Qi and Blood, he roughly gauged the strength of this group of Player Clan members.

Just as the giant serpent was on the verge of death, An Sui led his clansmen to leap out like arrows from a bowstring, launching an assault on the Player Clan members.

Although he dared not provoke those world-class powerful clans mentioned by An Xing, the Player Clan was clearly not among them.

It could be seen that the Player Clan was likely a small faction entrenched in this area; in the future, if he wanted to establish a clan territory here, he would inevitably clash with the Player Clan.

For now, he would kill as many as he could.

An infant following beside An Sui saw an innate spirit pattern light up on its forehead; the Blood Shadow Assault innate ability activated, and its figure suddenly accelerated, turning into a stream of bloody light to close in on the player casting the Magic Tower, its sharp blade abruptly slicing across the magic-type player's neck.

Blood splattered, yet this strike failed to kill the magic-type player.

Although bolstered by Samsara innate abilities, the combat power of these children was not high.

Realizing they were under attack, the player squad quickly retreated to contract their defensive line, activating their Analysis ability simultaneously.

When they discovered the attackers were actually members of the Darkblood Clan, they all appeared somewhat dumbfounded.

Especially upon seeing that An Sui, their leader, had actually increased his Hunting Level to 61, which truly astonished them.

"An Sui, you little ingrate repaying kindness with enmity!"

Hearing these words, An Sui felt like spitting blood.

Between him and the Player Clan there was only hatred; where did this repaying kindness with enmity come from, where was there any kindness!

"Die."

An Sui raised his hand and swept it forward; the spirit pattern on his forehead ignited, and a dark red claw materialized out of thin air, tearing the shouting player apart in a single strike.

The clansmen behind him followed suit, activating their innate abilities one after another.

Darkblood Entanglement, Shadow Erosion, Death Siphon... under their siege, this group of players was completely wiped out in less than a moment.

But what made An Sui tremble with rage was that one of the players, before dying, actually smiled and gave him a thumbs-up.

Leaving behind just this sentence:

"A few days ago, we brothers on the forum were discussing your future, never expecting you could actually grow up; keep it up, we of the Player Clan will wait for you to come seek revenge, and remember to bring resources when you do!"

There was much content in this sentence that An Sui did not understand.

But he could roughly grasp the meaning this Player Clan member wanted to convey: hoping he would bring enough resources to seek revenge.

To An Sui, this sounded simply like humiliation.

Similar words had been spoken to him by other Player Clan members before, stating that if he brought enough resources to seek revenge, they might spare his life after his failure.

This group of Player Clan members seemed to treat him as a lamb sent to deliver resources.

They had not even taken him seriously right up until their deaths.

How desperately he longed to see the Player Clan members kneeling and begging for mercy before they died; that would greatly alleviate the negative emotions brought by the humiliation from the Player Clan.

Yet the Player Clan still maintained that arrogant posture that made him feel nauseous.

After killing and absorbing the giant serpent that was on its last breath, An Sui led his clansmen to continue hunting.

But the figures of the Player Clan and the words they had spoken kept flashing through his mind from time to time.

After hunting three more monsters, An Sui encountered dozens of players again.

After sensing and detecting the Qi and Blood intensity and mental fluctuation intensity of this group of players, An Sui decided to kill them via an ambush.

But he had only followed a few steps when An Sui realized he had been exposed.

He noticed this group of players suddenly contracted their formation; though there was no communication among them, they all turned in unison to look toward their location.

He had not sensed any mental fluctuations sweeping over, unable to understand how he had been exposed.

"Retreat!"

Unwilling to engage in a frontal battle, An Sui decisively led his clansmen to withdraw, creating distance to avoid a direct confrontation with the Player Clan members and prevent his clansmen from dying in battle.

During the continued hunting process, An Sui kept encountering groups of players.

He noticed a strange occurrence: all the players were moving in one direction.

This made An Sui extremely curious, feeling that perhaps that direction was where the Player Clan's territory lay.

But thinking of the Player Clan's greedy appearance, an idea subsequently arose in his mind: did some kind of benefit attracting players exist in that direction?

Driven by curiosity, he decided to lead his clansmen to sneak over and take a look.

One hour later, fish-belly white appeared on the horizon.

An Sui saw a black domain wall that left him dumbfounded; it resembled a giant dragon soaring straight into the clouds, seamlessly connecting with the sky, stretching across the end of his vision.

Player squads entered this black high wall one after another from different directions.

"Is this the Player Clan's territory?"

Although he had never seen this black high wall, for some reason, An Sui always felt that the aura exuding from this domain wall was extremely familiar to him.

At this moment, An Sui suddenly thought of the self-destruct device within the Darkblood Space.

If he could throw it into the Player Clan's territory and detonate it, it would surely teach the Player Clan a painful lesson.

Just thinking about it made him feel relieved.

"You stay here; I will go over and take a look."

After instructing his clansmen to stay, An Sui headed straight for the Evil Moon Domain.

Choosing an area without players, he took a deep breath and passed through the domain barrier, his consciousness subsequently connecting to the Darkblood Space.

Just as he prepared to take out the self-destruct device, the scene before his eyes left him dumbstruck.

Bone-chilling yin winds howled, and the sea of mist formed by countless evil spirits churned up giant waves, sweeping forth.

Numerous figures of the Player Clan were engaging in fierce battles with the ferocious evil spirits spawning within the black mist, fearlessly charging forward in wave after wave.

As for these figures of evil spirits, An Sui was very familiar with them.

They were precisely the nightmare-like existence in his eyes, also referred to by An Xing as the most evil force in the Monster World: the Terrifying Black Black Tide.

Shifting his gaze to the members of the Player Clan, whom he had once called ants.

A doubt leaped into his mind.

Was this... the Player Clan proactively attacking the Terrifying Black Black Tide faction?

How did they dare!

(End of Chapter)