Chapter 764: Troops Enter the Northern Plain

"First, eradicate these wretches who dared to bloodbath our tribe for a third time; let them be our sacrifice! Then, march into the Northern Plains and wipe out the Wang family!" roared the old barbarian chieftain from the stone cliff.

"Kill these butchers who destroyed our homes! Go, slaughter them!"

"Don't let a single one escape! Let these wretches come and never return; crush them all!" The crowd was incensed. Just as they were about to set out on their expedition, news arrived that some dared to penetrate the Primordial Barbarian Mountains, searching for their whereabouts, "hunting down people from the ancient village," and openly vowing their annihilation. This was a direct insult and provocation to the entire barbarian tribe.

Ye Fan and Yan Yixi both sighed inwardly, realizing these people were truly courting death. They had no idea how terrifying the barbarian tribe was. Based on the strength they had just witnessed, this tribe would undoubtedly dare to overthrow any major power, fearing no one.

"Ooooo..." Ancient ox horns blared, sounding like muffled thunder. The entire mountain range and its deep ravines trembled.

"Aoooo!" Beast roars echoed, piercing the clouds and reverberating across the vast sky. One after another, exotic beasts soared skyward, their scales glinting menacingly, utterly terrifying.

"Kill! Don't let a single one escape!"

It was a terrifying sight. As these exotic beasts took to the air, they merged into continuous dark clouds, completely obscuring the sky and causing the entire wild barbarian domain to tremble.

The Wang family, an ancient aristocratic house from the Northern Plains, was one of the world's most dominant powers. They had established presences everywhere, and the Southern Ridge was no exception, especially now that they were planning a major move in this region.

This time, Wang Chengtian had come to kill Ye Fan, wielding the might of a Saint Weapon. Simultaneously, his forces stationed in the Southern Ridge had also begun their operation, aiming to eradicate the barbarian tribes in the region.

United, these individuals had indeed ventured into the mountains, killed several young barbarian hunters, and openly declared their intent to butcher the ancient tribe.

However, they had never in their wildest dreams imagined this tribe was so vast and so terrifying!

At this moment, the roar of battle shook the heavens, as if a hundred thousand celestial warriors descended from the sky. Dark clouds rolled, black mist shrouded the firmament, resembling countless demon gods riding exotic beasts, galloping forth and filling the entire sky.

"How many people are there, damn it? Why are they all so incredibly powerful? This completely contradicts everything we know!" "It's too terrifying. These are ancient barbarian warriors. I'm reminded of certain legends—could such a formidable tribe truly exist?" "It's said that in ancient times, the entire Southern Ridge was ruled by a barbarian tribe, but their lineage mysteriously vanished. Could it be them, hiding in seclusion here?" As these thoughts flashed through the minds of the surrounded, their scalps tingled, and a chill spread through their bodies. They felt as though ice shards were pouring into every pore, freezing their very souls.

If this were true, not only would they all perish here, but even the Wang family in the Northern Plains would face an unimaginable catastrophe.

"But those were just legends! They weren't recorded in any historical texts. How could they be real?!"

Filled with terror and despair, these individuals turned and fled from the endless barbarian warriors. Yet, patches of blood blossomed everywhere as people were relentlessly crushed into pulp.

"Aaaah!"

"Mercy!" "Spare us!"

It was a massacre. The barbarians were straightforward; they could be utterly loyal to friends, but they were merciless to those who sought to destroy their homes.

*Smack!* With a single swing of a wolf-tooth club, a skull instantly split open, its cap flying off as white brain matter splattered high into the air.

*Thwack!*

A stone axe swept through, cleaving through what seemed like a thousand soldiers. Several masters were instantly cut in half at the waist, blood gushing forth wildly like a geyser. Crimson steam rose, carrying a pungent, metallic stench.

It was a gruesome, stomach-churning spectacle, unbearable for any ordinary person to witness. Without a doubt, all those who had come for the third time to butcher the ancient village were slain; not a single one escaped. They were utterly annihilated.

"Ooooo..."

The ancient war horns blared, signaling the return of the barbarian warriors. Many had bloodstains on their weapons, and each was tremendously exhilarated.

This was the bloodline inherited from their ancestors, making them stronger with every battle. A trace of the blood of an ancient barbarian war god lay dormant within each of them, transforming them into the most formidable warriors in the Southern Ridge.

Within the tribe, there was a vast open space containing an ancient array platform, already etched with the marks of ages, a relic from primordial times.

Every colossal stone used to construct this teleportation array was chosen with immense care. Despite the passage of countless ages, there was not a single sign of damage.

Now, barbarian elders were setting coordinates, and the ancient platform began to awaken, emitting an eerie glow.

"A Hexagram Array, resonating with the stars of the heavens," Yan Yixi said, deeply surprised. "This can not only transport us to any corner of the world, but it might also allow us to travel beyond this domain, into the vast starry sky."

There were tens of thousands of barbarian warriors, enough to obscure the sky. All were lined up in perfect formation, systematically stepping onto the ancient array platform and entering a massive domain gate.

"Children, the power our ancestors bestowed upon us now has its purpose," the barbarian elders declared, continuing to rouse their people at the moment of departure, igniting the fighting spirit in every warrior. "For the safety of our kin, for the dignity of our tribe, today we march into the Northern Plains for a bloody war! Muster your courage; wherever our blades point, let the entire Northern Plains tremble!"

In fact, after the recent skirmish, everyone's blood was already boiling, making this the perfect moment to march into the Northern Plains.

Outside, no one knew that such a formidable tribe resided in seclusion deep within this boundless, primitive mountain range, much less that they were embarking on a distant expedition this very day.

Even with the deafening clamor here, the human and demon worlds remained oblivious—an terrifying army, capable of shaking the very foundations of the five domains, had set forth!

Squad after squad stepped onto the ancient array platform, vanishing from the barbarian tribe and moving steadily onward. Not a single person spoke, yet their blood surged, and they were intensely exhilarated, preparing for an earth-shattering war.

These were the barbarians: born warriors, raised in the mountains and forests, long accustomed to blood and death in facing ferocious beasts and birds. Now, as they set out, not one person showed fear.

Ye Fan couldn't help but sigh. Such primal ferocity was almost impossible to possess or cultivate in bustling metropolises or tranquil farmlands. Perhaps this was precisely why the barbarian ancestors had chosen to seclude them in the great wilderness.

"Is no one staying to guard the tribe?" Ye Fan asked, thinking it better to be safe than sorry. If someone were to infiltrate the area during their absence, it would be disastrous.

"Don't worry, we have ample strength to handle any situation," an old barbarian warrior replied, casting an unconcerned glance at the Black Tortoise by the nearby pond. It lay motionless, almost indistinguishable from a black rock.

The Northern Plains stretched vast and boundless.

It was an endless, incredibly desolate grassland, sparsely populated, where one might trek for over a decade without encountering another human soul.

On this vast land, the population was concentrated in only a few regions; eighty percent of the area remained barren, roamed by wolves and jackals, and infested with ferocious beasts.

"Woo..." In the depths of the grassland, a lone wolf howled, its cry profoundly desolate—the vast emptiness was overwhelming.

A terrifying army, squad after squad, emerged from a black domain gate. All were silent, exuding a bloodthirsty aura as they clutched their weapons.

No one knew that a war poised to shake the five domains was about to commence. For the first time since the end of the Dark Era, an army was about to conquer an immortal lineage, assaulting a formidable ancient aristocratic family.

"Roar!" The guardian deity, the Azure Dragon, appeared, bearing nine living fossils. With a spread of its wings, it overshadowed the land, seeming to engulf the vast grassland below, before it began to circle in the sky.

"Aooo!" The guardian deity, the White Tiger, burst forth, as massive as a mountain, rending the earth with its powerful strides. It carried over thirty terrifying elders, each over two thousand years old, as they embarked on their journey.

The sky was densely packed with figures. Golden Divine Snipe, Purple Qilin, and other exotic beasts appeared, each carrying powerful barbarian warriors, their battle aura surging.

The layered clouds were thick and heavy, creating an incredibly oppressive atmosphere.

It was a world of gray; the entire vast grassland lay desolate. The sky was gloomy and dim, and the thick, heavy clouds felt suffocating.

"This battle is destined to be a river of blood and mountains of bones! The vast land and its myriad beings shall tremble! We can only win; we must not fail!"

"Victory in battle! Conquest in attack!" It was a terrifying momentum, capable of collapsing mountains and rivers, overturning the heavens, and causing the sun and moon to plummet.

This battle today might permanently erase an immortal lineage from the face of the earth—an unprecedented and terrifying event since the great Dark Turmoil!

Of course, it could also be a tragic elegy, and this ancient tribe from the Southern Ridge might well perish, ceasing to exist.

An earth-shattering upheaval was about to begin!

This battle was destined to have profound and far-reaching consequences, sweeping across the land and affecting countless sects.

The silent, terribly oppressive army advanced, gripping their weapons. In this profound quiet, they were brewing a sky-shattering strike!

All major forces in the Eastern Wasteland, Central Plains, and Western Desert were focused on the Southern Ridge. Some formidable enemies had already set out, laying traps in the Southern Ridge to deal with Ye Fan, utterly unaware that the true battleground, destined to shake the world, had already shifted.

"The Saint Body is alone. Even if he is powerful, how can he contend against a great sect?"

"If a powerful sect were to send forth its entire force to attack the Saint Body, could he avoid a bitter defeat?" While people speculated in the Southern Ridge, Ye Fan, leading the barbarian army, was already rapidly approaching the Wang family in the Northern Plains!

The dark clouds grew heavier, completely covering the sky. The grassland lay silent, like a desolate wasteland, its oppressive stillness suffocating.

On the ground, a vast, dark expanse stretched out, while the sky above was densely packed with figures. The silent army, each warrior brimming with vitality, exuded a terrifying surge of murderous intent.

They wore no armor, no battle robes, only garments of beast hide, with one arm often bared. Their bronzed bodies were robust, muscles bulging like coiled dragons. Some carried wolf-tooth clubs, while others bore stone axes on their backs.

At this moment, they were still over a thousand *li* from the Wang family. The assault was about to begin.

The old chieftain forcefully waved his hand, and the vast army divided into four divisions, marching silently as they began their encirclement.

The Azure Dragon, a guardian deity that could obscure the sky and whose single wing alone could cover a mountain, carried nine living fossils. It would lead the overwhelming barbarian warriors in the main assault on the front gate. This three-thousand-nine-hundred-year-old guardian deity possessed terrifying strength.

The guardian deity, the White Tiger, as immense as a mountain, carried over thirty terrifying elders, each over two thousand years old. It would lead the overwhelming barbarian warriors in an assault from the rear, through the North Gate.

The barbarian chieftain stood atop a great Roc, appearing as if cast from gold. He led a host of formidable experts, riding barbarian beasts that filled the sky, in an assault from the east.

In the old chieftain's hand was a terrifying stone axe, imbued with the aura of an ancient saint. It was an inherited Saint Weapon, forged by a Great Saint!

Ye Fan was also entrusted with a crucial role. Wielding the terrifying and peerless Divine Maiden Furnace, he would lead the vast, unending horde of barbarian warriors in an assault from the west.

"The Azure Dragon and the White Tiger, these two guardian deities, also carry the aura of ancient Saint Weapons," Ye Fan realized, a subtle sensation coming to him once he grasped the Divine Maiden Furnace.

"With the four Saint Weapons, we will tear open the Wang family's ancient divine array, and our celestial warriors will descend swiftly. Tens of thousands of barbarian warriors will strike directly at their heart, leaving them no room to react. We hope for a decisive victory!" Whether an ancient aristocratic family would be permanently erased or the barbarian army would suffer a bitter defeat in the Northern Plains would all be decided in this earth-shattering conflict.

*Crack!*

A crimson bolt of lightning tore through the dark sky. And at that very instant, the barbarian army began its charge, surging towards the Wang family in the Northern Plains!