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Chapter 200 Preparations Before the Great Battle

The Graystone tribe was bustling with the sounds of beasts, as the orc warriors of the seven tribes were busy building their new homes.

Su An'an stood on a high platform built of vines, her long black hair casually tied up, with a few loose strands gently brushing her fair cheeks.

Two fox ears twitched slightly on its head, its fur glowing with a warm pink light, and its black combat suit outlined its graceful curves.

Seville stood silently beside her, his black and white wings folded behind him, his amber eyes sweeping over her indifferently.

The image finally settled on the chubby little figure in the distance.

"Attention! At ease!"

With its round belly sticking out, Qiuqiu stood majestically on the rock, clutching its mini bone knife.

The cubs, including Pallas's cats, gray wolves, spiders, and leopards, formed a crooked and uneven line.

She looked up at it with bright, sparkling eyes.

"Today's training exercise: biting tails!"

At Qiuqiu's command.

The gray wolf cub immediately howled and pounced on the short tail of the Pallas's rabbit cub.

The Pallas's cat cub instantly bristled and slapped the gray wolf on the nose with its paw.

"No fighting!"

Qiuqiu jumped down from the rock with a plop.

The chubby little hand used both hands to grab the gray wolf cub by the scruff of its neck with one hand, and pressed down on the head of the Pallas's cat cub with the other.

They forcefully separated the two little ones who were wrestling together.

It had a round, plump belly, and its voice, though childish, carried an undeniable air of authority.
"We must learn from Aunt Jinzhu and Aunt Xiongguo and cooperate like that! Do you hear me?"

The gray wolf cub's ears drooped, and the Pallas's rabbit cub shrank its neck.

The two little ones nodded obediently: "We heard you."

Not far away, the tall body of the Golden Pearl, covered in black down, was shrouded in the shadow of the Divine Tree of the Vine.

Her porcelain-white face was tense, her brows furrowed with focus, and her hands were pressed firmly against the thick vines.

Green light flickered between his fingers like fireflies, and the ground beneath his feet trembled.

"Shh! Shh! Shh!"

The soil churned, and countless vines burst forth, like a sleeping giant python suddenly awakening, intertwining and climbing wildly.

In the blink of an eye, a three-meter-high wall of gnarled vines rose from the ground, its leaves layered upon layered, like vigilant guards.

It automatically closes once it senses any unusual activity, forming an airtight natural barrier.

"Golden Pearl! Another layer over here!"

Lu Ming, with his sharp eyes, spotted a gap in the Gangteng city wall and quickly placed his palm on it.

Jin Zhu let out a low shout, and green light surged from his palm.

The vines, like nimble snakes, darted through the gaps, climbing to the top of the city wall and transforming into sharp, gleaming barbs.

Any enemy that covets the tribe will be torn apart by this wall of steel vines.

"Jin Zhu only ate a few meals of Crystal Meat Soup, and her talent has improved again."

Su An'an gazed thoughtfully at Jin Zhu's tall figure in the distance:
"And have you noticed that among the seven tribes, she is the only chimpanzee beastman?"

Seville's eyes flickered slightly as the majestic face of Federal President Kim Hae-jun flashed through his mind.

The iron-fisted leader who ruled the Federation for fifteen years was a female chimpanzee.

“Perhaps this type of female is born to stand at the top,” he replied casually.

"The females here are very strong, and Xiong Guo is progressing very quickly."

Su An'an turned her gaze to the bear fruit under the vine.

She sat cross-legged, her fingertips deftly moving, transforming the tough vine fibers into supple threads in her hands.

The other females sat in a circle, weaving the tough vine fibers into armor that was light yet indestructible.

Beneath the city wall, the rhinoceros warriors of the Tumeng tribe carried massive logs as thick as bowls on their shoulders, methodically reinforcing the foundation.

In the shadowy corners of the city walls, the chameleons lurked like ghosts, checking every possible blind spot.

In the sky, the Falcon Clan spread their wings and patrolled, their sharp eyes taking in every rustle of wind and movement within a ten-mile radius. "Tomorrow is the acid rain season, and our food reserves are still 30% low."

Su An'an looked solemnly toward the swamp.

The murky river water churned with black, poisonous spots, like festering wounds on the earth.

Seville spread his wings, his voice as cold as shattering glaciers:

"Hunting and clearing of the hunting grounds must be completed today."

The chieftains of the seven tribes had been standing silently below the platform, and upon seeing that the two had finished their conversation, they all knelt on one knee.

The woven rattan armor clanged together with a crisp, rhythmic sound.
"Your Grace, Divine Envoy, the hunting team is assembled and ready to depart at any time."

The rhinoceros warriors of the Tumeng tribe carry giant bone hammers on their shoulders.

The chameleon warriors of the Giant Stone Tribe have scales that glow with a battle crimson.

The falcon warriors of the Blackwood tribe spread their three-meter-long wings.

Seville stood on the high platform, his long silver-purple hair blowing in the morning breeze, his black and white wings fully outstretched.

He raised his hand and waved, his voice piercing the clouds: "Let's go."

The hunting party surged toward the perilous hunting grounds like a black torrent.

Seville carried Su An'an and landed on a large tree on the outskirts of the Two-Headed Toad Swamp.

Deep in the swamp, countless toad bodies covered in fleshy warts were huddled together.

Their scarlet vertical pupils gleamed with ferocity, and their severed limbs and broken arms lay mixed in the mud, a testament to the ferocity of the battle for the new king.

"You don't need to participate in this battle; just stay in the back."

Seville's tone left no room for doubt, yet a wisp of golden light flicked from his fingertips, quietly wrapping around her slender wrist.

That is the guardian light of the Swan Clan, which can share the damage for her in times of crisis.

"No, I'll freeze them, then I won't have to worry about the poison glands rupturing and contaminating the crystal flesh."

Su An'an looked at the two-headed toads huddled together, and a soft pink divine light emanated from her palm.

Frost swept across the ground like a blue raging tide, instantly turning the boiling swamp into a mirror.

The two-headed toad remained pouncing, its venom glands glowing an eerie bluish-purple in the low temperature.

Bubbles solidified beneath the ice, as if time had stood still.

"Are you ok?"

Seville glanced at her pale lips, which were flushed from exhaustion, and gently supported her swaying shoulders with his hand.

"It's nothing, it just took some divine power."

Su An'an suddenly tiptoed and placed a light kiss on his tense jaw:
"Now it's all back in place."

Seville's ears instantly flushed red, and he tightened his grip on her shoulders: "Nonsense."

His Adam's apple bobbed, and the golden light at the edges of his wings shimmered uncontrollably.

Su An'an smiled slyly and pointed to the melting ice surface:

"Hurry up and act, or my masterpiece will be wasted."

"Quick victory!"

He practically gritted his teeth as he gave the order, and as he turned, his wings unfurled with a whoosh, the resulting gust of air ruffling Su An'an's pink hair.

A flash of black light appeared, and a two-headed toad, its body as large as a small mountain, spurted blood from its neck as its two ferocious heads rolled into the ice crevice.

The mutated dragon-orc caught the head in mid-air, tore through the flesh with its claws, and disgustedly threw it back into the swamp after discovering there was no crystal flesh inside.

The rhinoceros warriors seized the opportunity to roar and smash through the ice, their bone spears sparking as they scraped against the toad's tough hide.

Enraged, the toads collectively swelled their venom glands, unleashing a torrential downpour of corrosive slime that instantly eroded the ice surface, creating honeycomb-like pits.

As pink light flowed from Su An'an's fingertips, newly formed ice precisely filled every gap, creating footholds for the warriors.

Seville glanced at her tense profile and noticed a thin layer of sweat on her temples.

When the last toad was extracted of its crystal flesh.

Seville folded his wings and landed, raising his hand to rub his thumb against her sweaty cheek with disdain: "Don't try to be a hero."

(End of this chapter)