The developers still haven't forgiven the players.

Chapter 114 The situation is not optimistic.

As time passed and the sun gradually set in the west, the broken walls and ruins of the abandoned stone village cast menacing shadows in the sunlight.

The nauseating stench in the air grew stronger; it was the distinctive body odor of the criminals.

The Hou tribe's centurion removed his armor, revealing his skin covered in scars that symbolized his military achievements.

His eyes, as large as copper bells, were fixed on the ground, where the corpses of the players scattered all turned to dust.

"My lord, these lowly blood offerings are just as you predicted." A muscular Roaring Clan member approached, his voice rough and hoarse like sandpaper.

His name was Anhou, and he was the only other centurion besides Yunhou.

The centurion snorted coldly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, but more so a brutal killing intent.

He wasn't worried about the people behind these clay figurines.

In fact, the secret technique of "Ten Thousand Laws Clay Dolls" was not only practiced by humans, but also known by other races.

He knew that although this secret technique was powerful, its effects were too extreme.

The only way to reduce the drawbacks, or rather, to delay the onset of side effects, is to produce as few clay figures as possible.

Therefore, even a madman who recklessly pursues power can at most distribute his own blood and energy into one or two clay figures.

Given the limited quantity, improving the quality of individual clay figurines is the optimal solution.

The fact that a bunch of weak clay puppets at the early stage of the Blood Transformation Realm are gathered together only proves that the people behind these clay puppets are also very weak.

"Go and inform Yunhou to lead his team back; there's no need to pursue them."

The Hou tribe's centurion wasn't afraid of the people behind these clay figures; he was only worried about the whereabouts of his remaining troops being exposed: "This place is not safe to stay any longer."

It's like what you fear most has come to pass.

Just then, a series of hurried and chaotic footsteps suddenly came from the depths of the forest, accompanied by the crisp sound of metal clashing and the heavy breathing that could not be suppressed.

Compared to ordinary Roaring Clan warriors, the Criminal Clan's centurion is more able to clearly sense the blood energy spreading across the mountains and plains.

"Humans are attacking."

The Howling Clan sentries on guard issued a piercing alarm.

The once silent forest seemed to come alive instantly, with countless dark figures darting out from behind the bushes and rocks—the players who had rushed over upon hearing the news.

Thanks to the existence of the world channel, players can keep in step.

On their way there, they had already discussed the battle plan in the world chat.

"Hmph, they're courting death."

The centurion of the Roaring Clan exhaled two streams of scorching white breath from his nostrils, and the savage killing intent in his eyes instantly transformed into a tangible ferocity.

Players' strength or weakness can be easily judged by their undisguised aura.

Although there were some centurion-level powerhouses among them, without a Steelbone Realm expert leading the team, he didn't think they would lose.

He whirled around, his spear pointing skyward, and roared at his remaining hundred or so tribal warriors, "Form ranks! Chop these freeloaders to pieces!"

The moment the order was given, the Roaring Clan warriors who had been resting in various parts of the stone village instantly entered combat mode.

Even though they were battered and bruised after repeated battles, their inherent ferocity and discipline had not diminished.

The Roaring Clan warriors quickly formed small battle formations of ten men each, their bronze and bone weapons gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

As Peng Zhi rushed down the mountain forest, his heart clenched as he looked at the solemn and murderous scene before him.

He also thought that with the advantage of numbers and a surprise attack, even if he couldn't annihilate the enemy, he could at least fight to a standstill.

However, when he truly saw the bloody aura emanating from those more than one hundred Roaring Clan warriors, he realized how terribly wrong he had been.

Some players had encountered this Howling Clan warriors before, and some of them had even personally killed many Howling Clan soldiers when they were in the Qinghe Tribe.

However, at that time, it was mainly the Qinghe people who were bearing the pressure, while the players were mostly just playing around on the sidelines.

Now it's purely a battle between players, and just looking at these arrayed Howling Clan warriors, you can feel a heavy pressure.

According to incomplete statistics, the number of players who came was approximately between 300 and 330.

While the numbers appear to be 3:1, the actual combat strength is definitely not that optimistic.

Peng Zhi knew that at least half of these players were newbies who had only joined after version 1.04, and about 80% of them were below level 10.

Not to mention, the monsters in this game are extremely ferocious; at the same level, players are basically no match for them in a one-on-one fight.

Under these circumstances, there are probably fewer than a hundred players who can truly pose a threat to these Howling Clan warriors.

Even without considering the leading BOSS, it's hard to say that players are guaranteed to win.

This battle seems a bit difficult to win.

What happened next confirmed this.

Before the players could even charge into the ranks of the Howling Clan warriors, a barrage of arrows, like locusts swarming across the sky, whistled through the air.

The force of each arrow, if translated into reality, would probably be comparable to that of a ballista.

After piercing through a player, it can even send the corpse flying backwards.

This first wave of ranged attacks alone caused nearly twenty players to log off.

This terrifying scene sent a chill down the spines of the initially excited players, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over their enthusiastic atmosphere.

Before most players regained their senses, Old Kuai, carrying the bronze pillar, suddenly shouted, "For the Horde!"

Without waiting for a response, he carried his enormous bronze pillar and charged towards the arrayed Roaring Clan warriors, channeling his blood energy and sweeping the pillar horizontally.

The three Howling Clan warriors were instantly blown to pieces by him, like driving wooden stakes into a hole.

Some rotten flesh was stuck to the bronze pillar, but he was too lazy to clean it up. He picked up the bronze pillar and smashed it down on the nearby Roaring Clan warriors again.

He didn't have much combat experience, but relying on his superior level, no Roaring Clan soldier could stand against him for a time.

At the same time, most players rushed towards these Howler warriors, but their performance was rather lackluster.

Reaching the standard of a combat soldier means that a punch can easily exceed one ton in force.

Even a random Howling Clan warrior can make a newbie player cry for their parents.

"court death!"

Centurion Anhou was naturally unwilling to see Lao Kuai act so violently. With a roar, he sprang up and pounced straight at Lao Kuai.

The power belonging to the late stage of the Blood Transformation Realm was unleashed without reservation.

As soon as Lao Kuai swung his pillar, before he could generate any new power, the bronze pillar instinctively blocked in front of his chest.

The powerful force rebounded from the bronze pillar, catching Old Kuai off guard. He stumbled and barely managed to maintain his balance.

Other high-level players naturally wouldn't just stand by and watch Lao Kuai get beaten up.

Putting everything else aside, for now, all the players present are in the same boat.

Eight Alleys decisively abandoned the Roaring Clan warriors in front of them and turned to rush towards the battlefield where Old Kuai was.

"I'll help you!"