Those who reincarnate must die.

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After finishing with Slessi, Zhang Lang looked at the map.

The information we wanted has been obtained: three strongholds and three Si tribe hero altars. Let's start with the closest ones!

Zhang Lang soared into the air, accompanied by a loud bang, and flew northward.

While Zhang Lang was purging the Si clan according to the map, the other reincarnators in the underground city were not idle either.

Now that a 500-kilometer radius has been designated, altars number sixteen and nineteen will definitely need to go out hunting. Even if they can't find the Si tribe, killing insects will still earn them a share.

Moreover, based on their experience, since the human settlement is here, the Si tribe must be nearby as well. This mission seems to be more likely for them to reap the biggest rewards.

As for Altar Twelve without Zhang Lang, it could basically be considered a group of the old, weak, sick, and disabled. Operating alongside the other two altars, they wouldn't even know how they died if something happened. After a brief discussion, they decided to listen to Zhang Lang and stay obediently in the dungeon. Of course, this was also to act as the last line of defense to protect the dungeon's safety when the other two altars left.

"Are we just going to sit here and wait for this mission?" Mia planted her greatsword in the ground, looking indignant.

"At least it's safer to just wait," Lu Ren sneered. "Remember the last mission? We followed behind Altar Seven hoping to get some scraps, but we almost got wiped out by the aftermath of the battle. What's most important for us now is to recuperate. The Hunter may look ruthless, but he's actually quite kind at heart."

"But the question is, is that hunter really as skilled as you say?" Charles questioned.

"You don't need to worry about that," came Thunder's electronic voice in response. "Even if the former leader were still alive, he probably wouldn't be a match for him."

"That amazing? A newcomer with the strength of a sect leader?" Jonathan clearly didn't believe it. Ever since he was told he was "slow," he hadn't had a good impression of Zhang Lang.

"What abilities does he have?" Charles asked.

The question about "ability" actually stumped several people who knew Zhang Lang.

"I didn't really notice if he had any special abilities," Yue Xinyi thought for a moment. "I just felt that he was particularly strong, particularly fast, and particularly hard."

"What does that even mean?" Charles blinked. "It doesn't feel like it's describing combat ability."

"Super Invincible Kill Wave Cannon," Fumino suddenly said timidly, referring to a skill.

"What?" Everyone looked at her, seemingly not having heard what she said.

"Super Invincible Finishing Wave Cannon." Fumino repeated the somewhat embarrassing name again: "I've seen him use this skill."

"Huh?" Yue Xinyi's ears twitched. "When did you see him fight? I don't know."

Because the task given by the Broken Sword had to be kept secret from outsiders, Fumino couldn't say much, only that she had seen it by chance.

"What are the specific effects?" Charles, Mia, and Jonathan, who had never seen Zhang Lang in action, asked curiously, "Judging from the name, it sounds like an energy shockwave. Is it very thick and long? How powerful is it?"

"The power was definitely immense!" Fumino recalled, "But there didn't seem to be any sound or light effects. I didn't even notice him make a move before my opponent was eliminated."

"A skill that kills without leaving a trace?" Mia nodded. "That's right. Skills that are too flashy are not good for concealment. This kind of silent move is the most deadly."

At the same time, Zhang Lang, who was flying over the Nanling Mountains of the Northern Continent, suddenly felt an itch in his nose and sneezed.

"Achoo!"

With a deafening roar, a terrifying shockwave, carrying his snot and saliva, sprayed down, instantly creating a huge gap in the Nanling Mountains below, whose average altitude exceeds two thousand meters. The center of the gap was unfathomably deep, with heat waves surging upwards. It was estimated that a massive amount of magma would erupt soon.

He got into trouble.

Zhang Lang rubbed his nose. Although he had mostly gotten used to it, he still sometimes couldn't control his strength. He really had to be careful in the main world, or the consequences would be unimaginable.

Shaking his head, Zhang Lang stepped into the void, jumped again, and flew towards Sunset Fortress.

In a distant world, a young member of the Si tribe, draped in a wide cloak, slipped through a narrow doorway into a cramped room and lay down on a comfortable bed.

"Finally, I don't have to hide anymore!" With that, his body crackled as long limbs emerged from under his cloak. Then, like a human, he put his hands behind his head, crossed his legs, and swung his tail, enjoying his leisure time to himself.

The reincarnated members of the Si clan have now begun to widely undergo limb modification surgery. However, for ordinary Si clan members, having hands and feet is still equivalent to being a monster. Therefore, these reincarnated members usually hide their hands and feet and only dare to stretch them out and enjoy them at home.

"One day, we will give all members of the Si clan convenient limbs! Then, combined with venom and a flexible tail, we can shed our status as one of the lower five clans and rise to the ranks of the equal four or even the upper three!"

The young Si clansman was lost in thought. There was a bright red spot between his eyebrows, which made him look like he was always frowning, and his eyes looked somewhat fierce.

Suddenly, his portable communicator vibrated. He took it out and saw a message displayed on it.

"Come to the altar immediately for a meeting!"

This was a message from the altar master. The young Si clan member was slightly taken aback, then immediately activated the teleportation and disappeared from the room amidst flames.

In the dimly lit altar stood a giant serpent statue topped with a torch. On the base beneath the statue, the number eleven was inscribed in the Si language.

As the small torches around the altar lit up one by one, heroes of the Si tribe arrived at the altar, including the young Si tribesman with a red spot on his head.

"They're all here?"

An elderly member of the Si clan swept his gaze over everyone.

"Master, what is it?" asked the Red-spotted Si Clan.

"I also received a summons from Altar Number One!" said the elder of the Si tribe. "Grandmother Sith of Altar Number One is summoning everyone to the Great Altar for a meeting."

"Grandmother Sith?" the other members of the Si clan exclaimed in surprise. "Didn't she already receive a pardon for her mission at the altar and go into seclusion? What important matter could have warranted her coming out of seclusion?"

"I just heard from the other altar masters," the elder of the Si clan said, "It seems the seventeenth altar has lost contact!"

"Seventeen altars?" The red-spotted Si tribesman's eyes darted around. "Slessi and the others?"

The older member of the Si clan nodded: "They are one of the four teams responsible for guarding the 'operating room' this cycle."

"Looks like those damn hairless monkeys are planning to steal our 'operating room'!"