Chapter 710 - 216: [Collapsed]
The rules of the Fierce Beast Race are this blatant!
The strong feast on meat! The weak serve as cannon fodder!
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The Fierce Beast Race lines up outside the camp, with crossbows gathered in the camp—meanwhile, Snow Cliff Pass remains eerily silent, with no sign of movement.
Through a layer of golden glowing Array, under this towering golden light, coupled with the massive Runes flowing within, from the city defense of Snow Cliff Pass as a line, a golden sky curtain descends.
Behind the golden sky curtain, the ridges of Snow Cliff Pass appear blurred and unclear.
Chen Yan quietly huddled within the team, waiting silently.
Finally!
With the wailing sound of horns from the Fierce Beast Race camp, the gigantic platform from the day before is pushed out again, standing on which is the Fierce Beast Race leader, dressed as if performing a shaman dance.
He turns his head and instructs something to the one kneeling behind him, who rises quickly, waving the flag in his hand to convey the leader’s orders.
The thousand elite guarding the crossbow array spring into action!
These towering hulks of strength from the Fierce Beast Race are certainly the best laborers of this world, each able to single-handedly carry a thick trunk of the Evil Spirit Tree!
As these elites toil, one stinking trunk after another is loaded onto the crossbows...
The flag waves once more!
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As the first crossbow fires, a thick trunk shoots skyward, diving toward Snow Cliff Pass, aiming straight at the golden sky curtain!
Then, a succession of blasts from the crossbows resonates in the air!
These crossbows are not powered by gunpowder or Firearms, but resemble catapults from the cold weapons era, with one end pressing down on the Fierce Beast Race cannon fodder who work tirelessly, extracting ice blocks, with tightly drawn ropes on the base.
When the ropes securing the crossbow are cut by the elites, the base carrying the massive ice blocks plummets at high speed, and with the leverage, the trunk of the Evil Spirit Tree on the other end of the launch pad is flung fiercely...
As the first trunk strikes the golden sky curtain, Chen Yan’s squinting eyes suddenly widen!
The golden sky curtain - the Array protecting Snow Cliff Pass, upon being speared by a trunk, suddenly rolls with a ripple.
Like a stone thrown into a serene lake, ripples spread out in rings.
But the trunk does not rebound; it remains stuck on the sky curtain, suspended within the golden light!
Soon, from the point where the trunk is embedded, a vague black aura spreads rapidly!
Before Chen Yan could take a closer look, the first wave of firing sends a continuous barrage of trunks towards the golden sky curtain!
In an instant, countless ripples explode in the golden light, followed by spots of black aura, spreading across the golden sky curtain between heaven and earth!
Like countless drops of ink dripping into a clear bowl of water!
Visibly, this golden sky curtain, the Array protecting Snow Cliff Pass...
It is melting!
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Within and outside the camp of the Fierce Beast Race, witnessing this, whether cannon fodder or elites, all let out excited roars and shouts.
Chen Yan stands among them, sarcastically watching those around him who were also cannon fodder, not understanding what these idiots were so happy about.
For because, as Chen Yan anticipated...
When the leader of the Fierce Beast Race on the platform issues another command, following the flag’s waving, the first row of cannon fodder begins to move!
Under harsh curses and driving, the first row of cannon fodder from the Fierce Beast Race quickly starts to run and charge.
But at this moment, these simple-minded fools, who seem to have their morale greatly boosted, are no longer in the mood like being kicked awake from sleep in the morning, but seeing the city defense Array melting, they seem to have spawned some kind of unrealistic thrill!
The first wave of cannon fodder charges, with the towering physiques and robust bodies of the Fierce Beast Race, quickly advances toward Snow Cliff Pass!
This group hollers wildly, brandishing their weapons, sprinting madly over the snowy tundra...
Then, suddenly, from the front, a "buzz" echoes through the air!
Like the sound of taut strings vibrating.
Chen Yan stands in the fourth wave, watching wide-eyed as, from above the towering defenses of Snow Cliff Pass, between heaven and earth, a thick shadow descends overwhelmingly!
Cascading down over the heads of those cannon fodder racing towards Snow Cliff Pass!
The original shouting and bellowing suddenly pivot a hundred and eighty degrees in an instant!
The exuberant cries suddenly transform into countless screams and groans of agony!
As the dense rain of arrows descends, the first wave of charging Fierce Beast Race cannon fodder falls like harvested wheat in a flash!
The previously dense formation becomes sparse in an instant.
The ground is studded with clusters of arrows, strewn with bodies! Additionally, those Fierce Beast Race members struck with arrows, not yet dead, roll and wail on the ground, one after another...
But the second wave of cannon fodder from the Fierce Beast Race has already moved up!
Then comes the third wave, the fourth wave!
As the fourth wave, which includes Chen Yan, pushes forward, the inexplicable thrill previously felt among this group of cannon fodder has dissipated.
Everyone just lowers their heads, running madly forward in silence.
Chen Yan purposely runs behind a tall guy, hunching his shoulders and tucking his neck—were it not for still being too close to the Fierce Beast Race camp, he’d much prefer to crawl forward on his belly.