85: Blood Clan Blood Swamp

“How about this, you all rest first, and I’ll gather a few people to go over together. If there are more people, negotiations will also be…”

After listening, the Village Chief expressed his thoughts.

But before he could finish, Yang Qianhun directly interrupted him: “There’s no need for that. You all can rest assured and wait in the village. Just leave everything to me. You just need to find someone to lead the way for me.”

Listening to Yang Qianhun’s undeniable tone, the Village Chief pondered for a moment, then looked at the young man and said, “Xiao Ming, you lead the way for them.”

It turned out that this young man was named Yang Ming, an orphan, and everyone usually called him Xiao Ming.

“Alright, Village Chief.”

Xiao Ming responded very honestly.

“Alright, let’s go. Xiao Ming, he’s in your hands.”

Yang Qianhun turned to Lu Zhishen and said, then walked towards the village entrance.

“No problem.”

Lu Zhishen responded, then picked up Xiao Ming and placed him directly on his broad shoulders, following closely behind.

Since Xiao Ming was an ordinary person, and Yang Qianhun and the others were Spirit Practitioners.

Their physical qualities were not on the same level at all, so Lu Zhishen had to carry him so that it wouldn’t affect their marching speed.

From behind, the old Village Chief’s concerned words came: “Be careful.”

Before long, Yang Qianhun met up with Zhang Fei and the others at the village entrance.

Under Xiao Ming’s guidance, Yang Qianhun led everyone to advance at full speed in one direction.

Their target was the water source that the two villages were fighting over, which was in fact a river.

To reach this river, they had to pass through a small mountain called Dwarf Head Mountain.

The mountain was covered with dense forests and lush vegetation, and many fruit trees also grew there.

It was one of the food sources for Yangjia Village and Xuejia Village.

More importantly, that group of outsiders was camped beside the river, for unknown reasons.

Everyone marched towards Dwarf Head Mountain for about five minutes, then saw the entire mountain in the distance, with its branches and leaves flourishing and its vegetation lush.

This journey took Yang Qianhun and the others about five minutes, whereas it would take those ordinary villagers about an hour to reach.

“This is it, right?”

Yang Qianhun pointed at Dwarf Head Mountain and asked Xiao Ming.

“Yes… yes, it is.”

Xiao Ming seemed to wake up, nodding carefully and replying.

At this moment, he was already a bit carsick, as the surrounding scenery rapidly flashed before his eyes.

Bumping and swaying all the way, he could only grip Lu Zhishen’s shoulder tightly to prevent being thrown off.

Only when Yang Qianhun and the others stopped did he realize that they had already reached their destination, which was simply incredible.

“Are these the outsiders you mentioned? I have to say, this dungeon is quite interesting.”

Yang Qianhun looked at Dwarf Head Mountain and said with a faint smile.

Then he directly ordered: “Kill all two hundred Blood Clan Soldiers on the mountain. Their Lord is probably at the water source.”

As soon as he finished speaking, 240 Shadow Guard gradually faded and merged into the darkness.

Yang Qianhun led everyone to continue advancing towards Dwarf Head Mountain.

Before long, screams came from the mountain, without even the sound of fighting.

The two hundred Blood Clan Soldiers ambushed on the mountain were completely powerless against the suddenly appearing Shadow Guard.

They were directly killed with a single sword thrust to the throat, dying on the spot.

Without any obstacles, Yang Qianhun and the others’ path up the mountain was unobstructed.

After another five minutes, Yang Qianhun and the others descended from the other side of Dwarf Head Mountain.

In the distance, a clear, slowly flowing river appeared before his eyes.

“Are they the outsiders you were talking about?”

Yang Qianhun pointed at a group of red-clad people by the river at the foot of the mountain and turned to ask Xiao Ming.

“I… I haven’t seen them, but I heard them say they wore red clothes, almost exactly as they described.”

Xiao Ming looked from a distance and could only clearly see that the group of people were wearing red clothes, answering weakly.

“Blood Clan Lord, Blood Ze, Spirit Practitioner Second Grade. One Blood Clan Warrior, Spirit Practitioner Fifth Grade. One hundred Advanced Grade Soldiers, with Spirit Practitioner Third Grade strength, and the rest only around Spiritual Knight Ninth Grade strength.”

Under Yang Qianhun’s Divine Eye, the strength of that group of people was completely revealed, with no secrets to hide.

Then he directly ordered: “Zhang Fei, Xu Chu, capture that Lord alive, and kill everyone else.”

Except for Lu Zhishen, Zhang Fei, Xu Chu, and the other generals charged towards the group of red-clad people in the distance, holding their weapons.

…

By the river.

Blood Ze lay lazily on the ground, his legs crossed, muttering discontentedly: “This dungeon is really strange. It made me accept the Xuejia Village Village Chief’s commission, and I’ve already helped them occupy the water source and Dwarf Head Mountain, so why isn’t it over yet?”

“Do I have to kill everyone in Yangjia Village for it to end? But that invisible wall is blocking the way, so I can’t kill them. Is there some mechanism or secret hidden within? No, I need to go look again.”

Suddenly, a patrolling Soldiers shouted: “Enemy attack!”

However, it was too late.

240 Shadow Guard and 40 Magic Wolf Knight charged out first.

A large portion of the Blood Clan Soldiers died directly under their attacks, unable to even block a single move.

The remaining Blood Clan Soldiers were directly killed by the combined efforts of Double Halberd Guards, Strong Archer, and Death Warriors.

That Spirit Practitioner Fifth Grade Blood Clan Warrior was impaled by Zhang Fei’s spear, directly killed with a single thrust, completely unable to fight back.

“What?!”

Blood Ze suddenly stood up, exclaiming in surprise, and turned to look.

But he saw Xu Chu charging over with his twin hammers, full of momentum, with overwhelming killing intent, making people tremble with fear.

He immediately took out a blood-colored battle saber from his spatial bag and slashed towards Xu Chu.

With a clang, the saber and hammer clashed.

The blood-colored battle saber in Blood Ze’s hand was shaken away by the powerful force, and his face showed disbelief.

In his panic, he was kicked by Xu Chu.

He felt as if he had been struck by a wild bull, flying heavily and falling to the ground, immediately spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.

If it weren’t for Yang Qianhun’s order to capture him alive, it wouldn’t have been just a kick; he would have been smashed to death with a hammer.

“Who… who exactly are you people? How can you enter the dungeon?”

Blood Ze endured the severe pain, his face full of fear and confusion, asking frantically.

Just as he was about to get up, Xu Chu’s war hammer was already placed on his chest, just a hair’s breadth from touching it.

“Don’t move, or if I just give a slight shake, I can shatter your internal organs.”

Xu Chu did not answer his question, but said coldly.

At this moment, Yang Qianhun slowly walked over from not far away, looking down at Blood Ze, and said faintly: “I ask, you answer, understood?”

This person named Blood Ze was a Blood Clan.

His appearance was no different from humans; if it weren’t for his blood-colored hair and eyes, it would be impossible to distinguish him from a human.

However, under the gaze of Divine Eye, Yang Qianhun also received an important piece of information.