Chapter 1007 - Not There (1/2)

The Great Shaman was extremely pale and the lightning injuries he bore became more and more serious. Rays of lightning kept flickering in his surroundings, as if the lightning bolts cleaving the sky were attracted to him.

The Great Prophet standing in the back was also pale, the frequency at which he was hitting the drums had greatly slowed down.

The Great Tribal Chief went all-out and blocked a hit. After cutting the arm of a Purple-Eyed Demon Overlord, the two Purple-Eyed Demons became fearful and unhesitantly used their Demonic Moon Projection to escape.

Only a Horned Demon remained, but how could he continue fighting? He unhesitantly gave up on the Lesser Demon Overlords and escaped back into the canyon’s smoke on his own, disappearing without a trace.

The Great Tribal Chief and the Great Shaman no longer had their hands tied and rapidly dealt with the Lesser Demon Overlords trying to escape.

The fight was over, but both sides had suffered. Of the four Greater Demon Overlords, one had died and the other three had been seriously injured. All of the Lesser Demon Overlords had been eliminated.

As for the Beastmen, the Great Tribal Chief’s injuries weren’t light, but they weren’t life-threatening. The Great Shaman had drawn in too much lightning, it was to the point where lightning would surge out when he opened his mouth. Lin Yun now understood what caused the Great Shaman’s injuries.

The Great Prophet hadn’t directly joined in the battle, but he was the most exhausted of the three. His bright eyes had dimmed. Whether it was the warsongs or the Behemoth Wardrums, they both consumed his soul power, he had spent the most energy.

Over a thousand Beastmen level 30 or above had joined the battle, but only a bit over six hundred returned home. The losses could be said to be disastrous.

Lin Yun remained silent as he looked at the returning Beastmen. Battles weren’t so desperate in the Raging Flame Plane. These Beastmen all held the belief that they would tear their opponents apart even if they had to lose their lives. They hadn’t fought for long, but the losses were just terrible.

When comparing the Raging Flame Plane’s battles to this one, the losses of level 30 Beastmen in a month, or level 35 Beastmen in three months couldn’t compare to the losses in an hour of battle in this place.

Watching the Great Tribal Chief return to the tribe, doubt could be seen in Lin Yun’s eyes and he sent Xiuban to deliver some Health Potions.

These blood-soaked fighters already won everyone’s respect, both the living and those that sacrificed themselves for their tribe.

It wasn’t just Lin Yun, the others also delivered some medicine to treat injuries.

“This is a Health Potion, it can treat your injuries after drinking it.”

Lin Yun looked at the Great Tribal Chief with a puzzled expression as he explained.

The Great Tribal Chief smiled and stuffed the entire bottle into his mouth, chewing down the glass and swallowing it down.

“It’s awesome, I already feel my injuries recovering, but the taste isn’t that great, it’s a bit hard…”

Lin Yun’s eyelid twitched, but he didn’t explain that the bottle didn’t need to be eaten. These Beastmen’s bodies were outstanding, they could even eat a lump of iron and still be able to digest it.

“Great Tribal Chief, what is the situation? You…”

Lin Yun pointed at the canyon with a doubtful expression. Lin Yun wasn’t the only puzzled one, others were also wondering what was going on with these Demon Overlords.

The Great Tribal Chief fiercely glared at the canyon.

“These filthy Demons will appear once in a while. If we don’t ruthlessly get rid of these damn guys, they’ll threaten the tribe and keep summoning other Demons, drastically increasing their numbers. Today can still be considered pretty good, we got rid of a Greater Demon Overlord

“Guarding our home is the responsibility of every Beastman, we have to fight those filthy Demons to the end!”

Lin Yun was pensive and didn’t continue asking. He was moved as he looked at the corpses of the returning Beastmen.

Then, the injured Beastmen went back to heal. With the humans’ medicines, their recovery speed more than doubled, especially with Lin Yun’s Health Potions, they were especially efficient.

The Great Tribal Chief originally had a thirty-centimeter-long piece of flesh cut off from his back and his bones could faintly be seen. But after taking the Health Potion, his blood was no longer flowing and the flesh slowly recovered. With the Great Tribal Chief’s constitution, it would take less than a day for him to recover.

The tribe became busy and the corpses of the fallen Beastmen carried to the cemetery at the back of the mountain.

At night, Lin Yun quietly left his room and buffed himself with Hide, Mana Curb, Windsoar, and Muffle…

There wasn’t a single mana fluctuation as he flew out the window, nor was there any sound, and the air flow turned into a breeze. He wouldn’t be discovered unless he went past a Heaven Rank powerhouse.

After sneaking into the back of the mountain, Lin Yun rapidly found the location of the cemetery. During the day, Lin Yun had dispatched Xiuban. As a Beastman, Xiuban was easily acknowledged by this tribe and very easily learnt of the location of the cemetery.

The cemetery was guarded by the power of the Beastmen’s ancestors, ordinary Beastmen couldn’t enter. They could only enter when they had to bury clansmen.

But that couldn’t stop Lin Yun, he took out the Book of Death and chanted three runes. This quickly created a two-meter-tall opening in the transparent layer of defense covering the cemetery.

Lin Yun frowned as he entered the cemetery.