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The Golden Silk Formation is also a third-grade formation. Unlike the Golden Stone Shattering Peak Formation, which has a wide-range attack, this formation can only be used to trap a single enemy.

During Chen Qingmo's years in Annan Prefecture, he never needed to use the Golden Silk Formation. With Liangqiu Shehu around, their team rarely encountered danger from cultivators.

He took out the array plate, preparing to wait for the right moment to unleash the array.

Although the barbarian warrior couldn't catch up with Chen Qingmo, he wasn't left behind either.

As time passed, the smile on his face disappeared, and the totem patterns on his body lit up again, suddenly accelerating.

Chen Qingmo's expression changed; he hadn't expected the barbarian totem to have such an effect.

He raised his silver-bladed sword to block the battle axe, and with a crack, a chip appeared on the blade.

At this moment, Chen Qingmo had no time to feel sorry for himself. He activated the array plate hidden behind him, and hundreds of golden threads transformed into a giant net that wrapped around the barbarians.

Not only are there a great many golden threads, but the sharpness they contain is no less than that of the Golden Stone Shattering Peak Formation.

The barbarians wielded their giant axes, hacking and slashing, the sounds of their axes ringing out.

His body swelled, trying to burst through all the golden threads, but the golden threads were not real silk threads, but were made of metal-based spiritual energy and minerals.

The barbarian's body was wrapped in a giant golden cocoon, the golden threads still spinning, trying to crush him to death.

Other barbarians nearby wanted to help, but were stopped by the humans.

Instead, a sorcerer from the shaman clan briefly left the battlefield under guard, muttering something under his breath.

"Please let it rain!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a light drizzle of blue rain began to fall above the giant golden cocoon.

After the rain stopped, a cloud of white mist rose up, and most of the golden threads disappeared.

Chen Qingmo realized that the blue raindrops had a corrosive effect on spiritual energy, and the Golden Silk Array could no longer be used.

Fortunately, the sorcerer was approached by others, and the barbarian was also slashed with multiple wounds, significantly reducing his fighting strength.

He summoned two Fire Separation Talismans, and four fire pythons appeared together.

While the fire python was engaged in battle with the barbarians, Chen Qingmo took a pill, and his spiritual power slowly recovered.

He used his spiritual power to temporarily repair the gap in the Silver Edge Sword, and his aura became even more ferocious.

A semi-transparent full moon appeared behind him, and he swung his sword with his right hand.

The fire python split apart, and silver-white sword energy slashed towards the barbarians.

With a "thud," the barbarian's right arm fell off, and the flesh and blood in his waist and abdomen melted away, revealing several ribs.

"roar!!!"

The barbarian let out a roar like a beast, staring at the severed arm for a few moments in a daze.

He didn't feel any pain, but his arm was definitely broken.

His eyes were bloodshot, and the totems on his body were even more crimson, making him look like he was ready to fight to the death.

Seeing this, Chen Qingmo threw out all five of the remaining Fire Separation Talismans he had on him.

In an instant, a total of fourteen fire pythons appeared on the battlefield, and the surrounding temperature rose several degrees.

The already severely injured barbarians were even more vulnerable and suffered repeated defeats under the combined attack of the Fire Python and Chen Qingmo.

About half an hour later, the barbarian army that was fighting suddenly retreated in unison, as if they had received an order.

Chen Qingmo and his team did not pursue them. Sun Tianying sent a message through the sound transmission talisman, instructing everyone to rest on the spot.

"Qingmo, two of our team members are dead, six are seriously injured, and eleven are slightly injured. Of the two who died, one was from the Bai family and one from our clan."

After counting the number of people, Chen Qingyang came to Chen Qingmo and said.

"Casualties are inevitable in wartime, let's collect the bodies of these two first."

Chen Qingmo sighed softly, but there was nothing he could do.

If the Golden Stone Shattering Peak Formation hadn't preemptively killed many barbarians, the casualties would certainly have been much higher.

This initial encounter can be described as a resounding victory; the next time the barbarian shaman is better prepared, things won't go as smoothly as they did today.

Chen Weisheng and Qin Wangyue both performed exceptionally well in this war.

They didn't specifically fight any particular barbarian shaman, but instead constantly roamed around and provided cover.

Chen Weisheng's Surging Wave Sword Technique, combined with Qin Wangyue's Fire Bird Ring, helped the others kill many barbarians.

The sorcerers were agile and highly skilled; the two men tried several times to trap them but failed.

However, the witches' spellcasting was frequently interrupted by the two of them, and many cultivators avoided the witches' insidious moves.

At this time, the barbarian corpses were scattered all over the ground, numbering around thirty or forty.

But their animal skin bags didn't contain much; they were mostly supplies and bone plates.

The bone plates were useless to them and were discarded in one place.

"Each team sent a few cultivators to take the seriously wounded back to their camp to recuperate, while the rest stayed to prevent the barbarians from returning."

News came again from Suntianying.

"My brother is also injured; you should lead the men back."

After reading it, Chen Qingmo arranged for Chen Qingyang to leave.

Aside from him, the only others in the team who were basically uninjured were Chen Weisheng, Qin Wangyue, and the late-stage Qi Refining member from the Bai family.

Five days later.

The scouts sent word that the barbarian army in Shuangyang Ridge had disappeared and returned to their camp, and it seemed they would not be making any moves in the near future.

Sun Tianying then ordered everyone to retreat, and the allied cultivators withdrew from Shuangyang Ridge.

……

"Wu Xin, why didn't you detect the human race's formation? This time, my barbarian tribe suffered heavy losses. You owe me an explanation."

The barbarian commander, Man Ning, had veins bulging on his forehead; he was furious.

"Man Ning, that's a top-tier third-grade formation of the human race. I'm not a Foundation Establishment cultivator, how could I possibly have a flawless plan?"

Wu Xin spoke calmly, noting that his Wu clan had suffered few casualties.

"Wu Xin, our barbarian tribe allied with you to resist these human methods. You can't even conquer a small place like Shuangyang Ridge. It seems your Wu tribe is nothing special."

Man Ning sneered, trying to provoke Wu Xin.

"You! Man Ning, if my tribe's high shaman hears you say that, you can just wait to die!"

Wu Xin's face darkened.

"Alright, as commanders, your discord will only lead to more deaths and injuries among our people!"

Just as they were arguing, a voice came from outside the tent.

"Greetings, Great Shaman!"

"I have met the barbarian!"

Wu Xin and Man Ning bowed respectfully. The newcomer was a Foundation Establishment cultivator from the Man and Wu clans.

"The real battlefield is in the human race's Annan Prefecture. News from the tribes says that the Barbarian Army is powerful and difficult to break through."

"Shuangyang Ridge has become our last hope. We will be fighting against their Foundation Establishment cultivators within two months."

"You can launch a few more attacks during this period, but try your best to ensure the survival of your people."

The great shaman said in a deep voice.

"yes!"

……

"All the cultivators who died in battle will receive compensation, which will be handed over to their families and relatives. The wounded will be rewarded according to their merits after the war ends."

In the human camp, Sun Tianying addressed the heads of each clan.

The rewards for the loose cultivators were given by the Sun, Zheng, and Wei families; the Chen family was excluded because they lacked the means to do so.

"Clan Chief Sun, when will the Foundation Establishment cultivators engage in battle?"

Zheng Weijin asked in a loud voice.

Of everyone present, only Sun Tianying went to see the Foundation Establishment cultivator, and there were some things that only he knew.

"This... I don't know either. The ancestor only said that the barbarian shaman would attack again in ten days, and told us to continue to investigate."

Sun Tianying told him everything he knew, and he only went to report on the battle situation, not daring to ask any more questions.

The others were somewhat disappointed upon hearing this. Since there was nothing else in the tent, they got up and left.

Inside Chen Qingmo's tent.

"Father, it has been some time since the battle began, and I would like to explore Shuangyang Ridge."

Chen Weisheng looked at his father with a hint of expectation in his eyes.