Chapter 314: Chapter 190: Bloody Battle_2
The warriors of the Mountain Turtle Tribe all looked towards Jiang Xuan, while the warriors of the Vine Tribe were already retreating.
Jiang Xuan nodded at the warriors of the Mountain Turtle Tribe, then retreated with them.
Chi Shao stood at the entrance of the valley, took a deep breath, grabbed a common vine on the ground, and began chanting an ancient witchcraft spell.
After finishing the incantation, she shouted, “Grow quickly!”
“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh…”
At the valley entrance, on ground untouched by fire, all the vines grew rapidly, intertwining like green snakes weaving across the ground.
A controlled Fierce Bird corpse rushed out from the sea of flames, but after only a few steps, it was quickly entangled by two vines, falling directly to the ground.
Subsequently, more zombies rushed over, each bound by the vines.
Not only that, once bound by the vines, Chi Shao’s witch power invaded their bodies, breaking the control, the Fierce Bird Tribe’s totem pattern vanished from their eyes, and they lost their ability to act.
Inside the valley, the Fierce Bird Tribe Witch spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, almost falling off the bird’s back.
Controlling so many people and birds was already taxing, and once the witchcraft was broken, he suffered severe backlash, his energy becoming utterly depleted.
With the loss of witchcraft control, the remaining zombies fell down, and the living birds and warriors regained consciousness.
While controlled, they could bravely dash through the inferno, but now, with clear minds, their eyes were stung by smoke, body burned—unable to continue forward?
In the blink of an eye, these birds and warriors began to wail again, their formation in disarray.
“Are we really going to die here entirely?”
The Fierce Bird Tribe Witch cried out to the heavens, falling into deep despair.
At this moment, the Fierce Bird Tribe leader shouted, “The exit is right ahead; if you don’t want to die, follow me and charge!”
Speaking, the Fierce Bird Tribe leader took the lead in charging forward, many surrounding warriors now unable to think independently, instincts for survival led them to follow the leader.
Though the zombies upfront were down, they had broken through the burning piles, tamping down flames after mass falling.
If the remaining Fierce Bird Tribe warriors continued charging outward, most of them would surely escape the fire.
Once people lose the ability to think independently, they become blindly obedient, as do the Fierce Birds.
When the Fierce Bird Tribe leader charged forward, those birds also carried warriors and followed suit, indifferent to pain.
Seeing this, a glimmer of hope rekindled in the witch’s heart.
Although over half were casualties, their numbers were large—escape meant survival.
Reality was approximately as he imagined, the leader riding a bird desperately charged outward, indeed escaping the fire with dozens of warriors, breathing fresh air.
However, they hadn’t rejoiced when vaguely seeing a group outside the valley raise short spears.
Jiang Xuan, having planned it all, naturally considered the potential of them breaking out.
Despite having just over two hundred warriors including the Mountain Turtle Tribe, there were over sixty combatant giant dragonflies.
Add the narrow valley entrance where people inside can’t rush out simultaneously, these two hundred warriors and dragonflies suffice to block the Fierce Bird Tribe.
At Jiang Xuan’s command, over two hundred short spears instantly flew towards the freshly escaped Fierce Bird Tribe warriors.
“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh…”
At close range, the spears’ power was immense, moreover, Vine Tribe spears installed on spear throwers had even greater force.
Whether bird or human, once struck by a short spear, they’d immediately suffer heavy damage, losing mobility.
The Fierce Bird Tribe leader disregarded his injured left arm; gripping a long spear with both hands, he furiously swung to deflect incoming spears.
The formidable strength of a Five-Color Warrior was apparent.
However, the warriors around him lacked such strength.
All were struck by spears, collapsing alongside those birds.
More Fierce Bird Tribe warriors charged out, Vine Tribe and Mountain Turtle Tribe warriors launching more spears.
A large number of birds and warriors again fell.
This time, the Fierce Bird Tribe leader’s thigh was pierced by a spear, and the bird he rode downed with a spear, barely alive.
“I… I refuse to accept this…”
Turning back, seeing more warriors rushing out, burned mindless birds stomping over him.
By now, incapable of standing.
Only able to watch while tramped, warriors falling, Vine and Mountain Turtle Tribe warriors holding long spears, blocking the valley exit.
Corpses piled higher, yet warriors still rushed out—leader still alive, buried among many bodies.
Jiang Xuan wielded a Bronze Battle Spear, fighting fiercely, stained in blood, mostly from foes.
Around him, Vine Tribe warriors also wielding Bronze Weapons, sharper and tougher than Fierce Bird Tribe’s.