69: Chapter 69 Raging Fire, Fierce Battle

"Simply courting death! Preposterous!" In a spacious cave, a majestic golden Wolf Emperor roared angrily.

"Wolf Emperor, it seems your control over the Mad Wolf Tribe has diminished significantly!" a bloated Bearman sneered.

In the spacious cave, a raging bonfire was burning.

On ten large stones arranged against the wall sat ten creatures, each possessing a distinct Aura.

This place was the supreme ruling body of the entire Planet of the Dead: the Council of Elders of The Ten Great Tribes.

The sudden outbreak of the Corpse Beast crisis had forced the surviving tribes together, ultimately forming this ruling institution—the Council of Elders. The Ten Great Tribes were stationed in various regions, trying their best to survive and struggling to live in this cruel apocalypse.

Originally, with the help of the mysterious Eastern tribes, although the various tribes were still retreating steadily, there had been some improvement. Now, the Mad Wolf Tribe had pulled this stunt, immediately disrupting the plan.

Once the Corpse Beast horde from this direction broke through, everything The Ten Great Tribes had worked so hard to achieve would be in vain.

"Black Tiger Tribe and Sky Snake Tribe, draw out a portion of your troops and establish a defensive zone behind the Mad Wolf Tribe." A white-furred old ape-man said slowly. Strangely, the previously irritable werewolf and Bearman no longer argued, but instead replied respectfully.

"Yes."

The old ape-man walked slowly into the depths of the cave with his hands behind his back.

"Wolf Emperor, go see what is going on with your tribe!" Hearing this, the Wolf Emperor raised his head, but he could no longer see the figure that had walked into the darkness.

"Yes."

"Prepare the catapults!"

Creak, creak!

Six strong men pushed the massive winch, and the long, thick crane arm was slowly lowered. Inside the huge basket, jars had already been placed.

The surging Corpse Beast horde had arrived!

The stench of blood drew the Corpse Beasts racing along the excavated trenches. A massive influx of Corpse Beasts immediately overcrowded the trenches, and a large portion of the smaller ones were even trampled to death.

"1 transformation point."

"5 transformation points."

"3 transformation points."

...

Densely packed numbers flickered, and the transformation points in Zhao Feng's System were increasing rapidly.

But Zhao Feng didn't even have time to glance at them! There were simply too many Corpse Beasts; even if the land in front of him were completely filled, it might not be enough to squeeze in one hundred thousand Corpse Beasts.

"Light the fire quickly!" Zhao Feng couldn't help but roar. The fastest Corpse Beasts were already less than 300 meters away from the city wall.

Before he could finish speaking, he heard the loud voice of Meng, who was waving his hand not far away, "Catapults, release!"

"Boom!" Nine catapults released their powerful kinetic energy.

Dozens of dark clay jars were launched like meteors. This type of catapult could launch a 50-kilogram stone projectile 200 meters; since they were now replaced with clay jars, they could go even further.

The clay jars shattered upon hitting the ground, scattering the burning charcoal inside, which immediately ignited the wheat straw in the trench.

"Wind!"

A team of White-robed Warlocks stood on the city wall, their bamboo staffs stirring the wind and clouds, and the wind began to howl!

The fire grew from small to large!

Corpse Beasts could not metabolize water, so the dried meat hanging on their bodies became the best fuel. Large amounts of grease dripped onto the fire, making it grow larger and larger.

The fire, winding along the trench, turned into a giant fire dragon, licking at every living thing nearby.

The flames soared into the sky, and waves of heat assaulted them. Even standing on the city wall, one could feel the astonishing heat. From time to time, the scent of roasted meat would waft over, followed by the smell of burning.

What a feast of roasted meat!

No more Corpse Beasts would cross the center. However, Corpse Beasts were rushing over from the flanks. The Corpse Beast horde was too spread out; the central trench could only hold seventy or eighty thousand Corpse Beasts at most. There were still twenty or thirty thousand Corpse Beasts that were not squeezed into the middle, and they had luckily escaped disaster.

"Archers! Prepare!"

The Archers drew their arrows, placed them into the braziers in front of them to ignite the flammable materials near the arrowheads, then raised their bows and nocked the arrows.

"Release!"

The rain of arrows was like meteors from the heavens, tracing graceful parabolas in the air as they shot like lightning toward the oncoming Corpse Beasts.

Swish, swish, swish!

The arrows, carrying the potential energy bestowed by gravity, easily pierced into the bodies of the Corpse Beasts.

The flames ignited the grease on the Corpse Beasts, and they began to burn.

Groups of Corpse Beasts collided with the wooden spikes and obstacles, impaled on the wooden stakes. Although they struggled with all their might, they could not break free and could only await death.

However, the massive number of Corpse Beasts still broke through the blockade of obstacles and charged in.

After the catapults fired the clay jars, the ammunition had long been switched to stones. These stones were lethal to anyone they hit and were unstoppable, but there were too few of them.

The ballistae on the arrow towers began to show their power!

Javelins as thick as an arm were shot out viciously, pinning the Corpse Beasts to the ground.

Boom, boom, boom!

The Corpse Beast hordes on the flanks slammed into the city wall! The city wall stood firm like a reef in the ocean waves.

The Corpse Beasts, having lost their intelligence, did not know how to climb the city wall and just opened their blood-filled maws to howl silently. Small and medium-sized Corpse Beasts naturally posed no threat to the city wall. But those epic-level Corpse Beasts over five meters tall were a major threat; their bodies were like siege rams!

Several arrow towers worked together to deal with one epic-level Corpse Beast, but it was not enough!

Several epic-level Corpse Beasts approached the city wall, and the soldiers' hearts tightened. Once these guys got close to the city wall, they would inevitably pose a serious threat to its safety.

"This Taoist will be right back!" Taoist Xuan Kong flicked his large sleeves and drifted away.

"Amitabha, this humble monk will go to deliver this corpse monster." Old Monk Wugou chanted a Buddhist name and leaped out quickly.

"Good evil beast, this General will come to meet you!" Meng waved his spear, jumped in front of a giant ape-like Corpse Beast, and began to fight it.

"Roar! Lord City Lord, just leave this Corpse Beast to me!" A big man holding a copper axe shouted. He was an ordinary warrior, but he had passed the trial of the Warrior Altar and become a Spirit Rank lower-tier existence.

Several other figures also shouted their reports and stepped forward; those were all trained warriors, undoubtedly Spirit Rank lower-tier warriors.

Currently, Qin City already had eight Spirit Rank experts, not including Zhao Feng. Besides Meng, Taoist Xuan Kong, and Old Monk Wugou, the other five warriors were trained through the Warrior Altar.

But such strong power was not easy to obtain; the Warrior Altar used some unknown method to test the warriors, and basically, there was a one-in-ten survival rate.

Zhao Feng had not originally intended to use the Warrior Altar, hoping instead to teach Martial Skills and let them achieve a Breakthrough on their own. But some warriors who could not learn Martial Skills begged bitterly, and in the end, only these five survived.

Of course, although they were the weakest Spirit Rank lower-tier, their essential improvement was real, and mortal-level creatures were completely no match for them.

Unlike Chieftain Lie Dao, who was attracted by the great battle, Jun discovered that the soldiers who had worshipped the God of War displayed magical power; they could actually manipulate mysterious forces.

Fire, lightning, ice...

"The beast spirits worshipped at the tribe's Great Sacrifice have never shown any miracles, but these Qin people's God of War can bestow mysterious power upon them. By comparison, perhaps changing one's faith is not a bad idea." Jun's eyes were shining.

Boom, boom, boom!

Violent power was splashing everywhere; ordinary warriors were throwing stones, powerful warriors were fighting epic-level Corpse Beasts, and for a time, the battle reached a white-hot intensity.

Countless Corpse Beasts were rushing forward densely, ultimately dying at the foot of the city wall. But as more and more Corpse Beasts died, they gradually piled up into a gentle slope.

"Pour the oil!"

Large amounts of animal oil were poured down.

The fire ignited instantly, and the eyebrows of the soldiers standing on the city wall were singed. For a moment, there was no fighting on the city wall itself; instead, the one-on-one battles not far from the wall became increasingly intense.