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Chapter 138 This is absurd

In fact, these players who were being chased by the Howling Clan warriors were all newbies who had only been playing the game for a short time.

After all, players haven't encountered any group events like "Black Ant Siege" or "Attack on Abandoned Stone Village" recently.

Although they've been playing for a few days, most new players are only at single-digit levels.

After discussing their plans, the dozen or so players went out to explore together.

Unexpectedly, they ran headlong into the vanguard led by Centurion Yunhou. Facing these ferocious Houzu warriors, they were in no position to gain the upper hand.

In just a few words exchanged in the world chat, these dozen or so players were almost wiped out.

Only two or three agile players remained, barely managing to delay their impending doom by taking advantage of the cover of the dense forest.

Decaying leaves and broken branches exploded underfoot, the dull thuds and short roars echoing through the dense forest.

The light was fragmented by the layers of tree canopy, falling dappledly on the gray-blue warriors of the criminal tribe, who resembled a pack of wolves chasing their prey through the forest.

Yunhou flicked the blood droplets off his blade, his gaze locked onto a fleeing afterimage ahead, and he suddenly unleashed his blood energy, his figure closing in as swiftly as lightning.

"I'll fuck you—"

The player sensed a foul stench approaching from behind and, with a bad feeling, prepared to utter a final curse before he died.

Unfortunately, Yunhou didn't give him that chance.

With a swift backhand strike, he was sent offline.

Before long, the Roaring Clan warriors under Yun Fanmo gradually gathered together.

"Centurion, we have killed all these humans."

A tribal chief, beaming with joy, added, "We suffered no casualties."

Yunhou nodded in satisfaction, then glanced down at the rapidly cooling corpse on the ground, his eyes narrowing involuntarily.

The pungent smell of blood in the air gave him a strange sense of familiarity.

The more he thought about it, the more something felt off.

As a centurion of the Howling Clan, he had personally killed many weak humans as well as vigorous human warriors.

Regardless of strength, all creatures should unleash their survival instincts before death, whether through fearful cries or a desperate counterattack.

Perhaps it can be argued that these humans realized they couldn't escape and chose to face death calmly.

But these humans are far too nonchalant.

To be precise, he died too "quickly".

The player who had just been slashed on the back of the neck by him didn't even bother to scream before his body went limp instantly.

There was no struggle, no spasms, and certainly no convulsions like those that occur when life force is fading away.

If we had to find a common ground, it would be that these humans are incapable of feeling pain.

This unique experience of fighting reminded Yunhou of the humans he had encountered at the abandoned stone village.

That seems to be the case in his opinion as well.

A sinister smile immediately appeared on Yunhou's face: "There's no mistake, these humans must have taken the opportunity to ambush the centurion and his men."

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It was all a series of unexpected events.

Those clans who witnessed the players' corpses turn to dust all died in front of the abandoned stone village. On the contrary, Yunhou, who led his troops to hunt down the remnants of the Instant Noodle Clan, had no idea what had happened.

"If I had known this would happen, I should have spared their lives."

A Hou tribe leader standing nearby poked the corpse on the ground with his bone knife, his voice filled with frustration.

"It's alright."

Yunhou did not blame his subordinates for this: "No matter which tribe they came from, they will eventually die."

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He casually brushed the matter aside and immediately gave the order: "We've already wasted too much time. Don't delay any longer, head to the Xishi tribe as soon as possible."

I'm too lazy to absorb the blood energy that might be present in these players' corpses.

The main reason is that they can all sense that these players are too weak.

Even if the blood essence of a player after death could indeed be absorbed by the Roaring Clan, given the normal absorption efficiency of blood essence by creatures with natural talents, if all of it were concentrated on one person, it would barely increase the amount of blood essence by one unit.

With military orders in hand, he naturally wouldn't let such a small gain delay him.

That's why these Roaring Clan warriors didn't notice that there wasn't a trace of blood in the player's corpse.

Under Yunhou's command, nearly a hundred Hou tribe warriors once again marched towards the Xishi tribe.

Nearly half an hour later, they arrived at a place about forty miles away from the Xishi tribe.

Yunhou, who was walking at the front of the group, suddenly felt a heavy tremor coming from ahead.

It wasn't like the chaotic sound of wild beasts running away; it was closer to a kind of oppressive roar.

The decaying leaves were shaken and fell in a flurry, and even the air seemed to freeze.

As the commotion drew closer, Yunhou finally realized it was the sound of hurried footsteps.

He immediately composed himself and waved for his soldiers to take cover.

Before even seeing the figures that created these commotions, one could already feel the boiling blood energy.

Being in such a dense jungle, if one doesn't restrain their blood energy, they'll be as dazzling as a beacon in the dark.

Soon, from the shadowy trees, more than a dozen figures burst through the bushes and ran out.

Without a doubt, Yunhou could easily determine that among these humans, there were at least four centurion-level experts, and the rest were mostly squad leaders.

Logically speaking, a normal human tribe would never have such a team configuration.

The leader, Dog Bro, held a knife in one hand and a shield in the other, and the bloodlust emanating from him was the weakest among them.

Yunhou hid in the thorn bushes and observed secretly until he saw Dog Brother's appearance clearly.

Like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

His bloodshot pupils suddenly contracted.

The human powerhouses in the team, whose blood energy surged like magma, did not shock him as much.

He looked at the burly human man charging at the front, and that absurd thought resurfaced in his mind.

Admittedly, due to the alien effect, it can be difficult to remember the appearance of someone from another race.

But considering the people around Brother Gou, such as Rou Peng and Campus Spring Colors, Yun Hou was certain that he had definitely killed such a person in the Qinghe tribe.

Apart from some differences in strength, they are practically identical.

Surely it can't be something as far-fetched as twins, right?

"Holy crap, there's a monster hiding here!"

The spring scenery on campus suddenly burst forth.

Yunhou's thoughts were immediately disrupted; he realized that his men had been discovered.

There was no way around it; the encounter was too sudden, and it was impossible for every Howling Clan warrior to be hidden so well.

Without a word, the campus spring scenery was transformed into a knife.

That was pure power, without any fancy techniques, yet it was enough to crush everything.

The Roaring Clan warrior who was discovered didn't even have time to fight back before his blood was spilled on the spot.

"kill!"

Yunhou roared angrily and leaped out.

He couldn't calm down because he saw that the armor worn by Chunse on campus was that of his own commander.

Moreover, now that they've been exposed, he and his Roaring Clan warriors can't retreat without killing all the human powerhouses in front of them.