Chapter 1513 The Ten Thousand Magnificence Immortal Dynasty Will Unify the Great Desolate
Han Muye paused for a moment.
However, in his view, it should be a certain group of Golden Crows who had fought against the human race and learned the formation techniques from them.
It seemed that the Golden Crow race was also good at learning.
"Buzz!"
A long arrow shot towards him again. The arrow was extremely fast and landed in front of him in an instant.
Han Muye moved again and took a step forward, appearing behind the arrow.
His figure kept moving, and in a few flashes, he was already in front of the battle formation.
"Ho—"
With a punch, a golden flame phantom appeared and condensed into a Golden Crow.
In the military formation in front, everyone instantly joined forces. The long sabers in their hands were unsheathed and became one.
"Bang!"
The saber slashed out and collided with the Golden Crow.
The Golden Crow shattered. Everyone in the battle formation paused and took a step back.
The army of more than 30 people could not withstand a single blow from Han Muye.
Everyone in these military formations was at least at the seventh level of the Essence Spirit Realm, but they could not withstand Han Muye's punches at all.
"It's an expert!"
Someone in the military formation cried out in a low voice and then led the military formation to retreat.
He knew when to advance and when to retreat.
Han Muye nodded.
He did not know which tribe this was, but their learning ability was quite strong.
He shook his head and turned to go.
He was not interested in torturing these ordinary Golden Crow disciples.
In just a moment, he had already killed dozens of exotic beasts that had been corroded by the power of death in the dark wilderness.
These exotic beasts provided him with a lot of golden blood threads, turning his armor golden-red.
He could sense that the power of the Golden Crow bloodline in his meridians was slightly affected.
Of course, his Golden Crow bloodline had already awakened to the stage of the Blazing Sun Golden Crow. It was impossible for it to improve with this bit of bloodline power.
According to Han Muye's calculations, if he wanted to kill the exotic beasts and wild beasts here to increase his bloodline power, he would need at least a million.
However, even a million of them might not be able to change his bloodline power.
After reaching a certain level, quantitative change would not result in qualitative change.
"Boom—"
After shattering the huge black tiger in front of him with a punch, Han Muye's expression changed.
He flew away and landed in front of a young man with a serious and panicked expression.
"Patriarch Muye!" The young man exclaimed in surprise when he saw Han Muye.
The young man's name was Zhuo Zigu, and he was an elite of Zhuo Yuan Tribe. His cultivation was at the eighth level of the Essence Spirit Realm.
"What's going on?" Han Muye asked with a frown when he saw that Zhuo Zigu had a few serious injuries.
In this Sun Seizing Event, they would usually not kill.
The Sun Seizing Event was a gathering for the elites of the younger generation of the Golden Crow race. There was no need to fight to the death.
"Patriarch Muye, there's a group of people in this trial ground who have formed a formation and attacked viciously."
"I saw several people from other tribes being killed with my own eyes."
"I almost didn't escape either."
Zhuo Zigu said in a low voice.
Formation?
Han Muye's heart skipped a beat and he hurriedly said, "Should we form a battle formation and kill with a long saber?"
Zhuo Zigu widened his eyes and said anxiously, "Yes, it's them. Patriarch Muye, have you met them before?"
Han Muye nodded and looked into the distance.
They formed a battle formation and slashed with their sabers.
His attacks were vicious.
Wasn't this a human battle formation?
However, those people had golden patterns marked by the bloodline of the Golden Crow Tribe.
Furthermore, if it was not the Golden Crow race, it was impossible for them to enter the secret place of the Sun Seizing Event.
"Come with me." Han Muye took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "If these people really have any ulterior motives, they will definitely attack again."
Zhuo Zigu nodded gratefully.
The two of them moved forward and killed the exotic beasts.
There were also powerful mutated beasts that Han Muye would help when Zhuo Zigu was no match for.
In less than half a day, the red blood light on Han Muye's body had already condensed into a blood armor.
"Boom—"
Ahead, there was a rumbling sound.
At the same time, there was the sound of a long saber slashing through the air.
"Who the hell are you people—"
Exclamations could be heard.
Han Muye and Zhuo Zigu looked at each other.
"Let's go!"
Han Muye shouted and flew up.
After rushing past the hill, one could see a hundred-man array below that surrounded four to five Golden Crow experts.
Among the Golden Crows, there was a ninth-level Essence Spirit who could barely hold on.
The others were already covered in wounds.
There were also two people lying on the ground, their essence spirits dissipating.
"Hurry up and leave. Something's wrong with them!"
Seeing Han Muye and Zhuo Zigu rush over, the level nine Essence Spirit Realm expert surrounded in the middle of the battle formation shouted.
Seeing Han Muye and the others, there was a low shout from the battle formation. A team of soldiers with sabers surrounded Han Muye and the others.
Han Muye squinted his eyes.
Previously, he had encountered a 30-man battle formation.
There was already a hundred-man battle formation here.
Which tribe could train such a battle formation?
Moreover, from the battle formation in front of him, he could see that something was wrong.
Many of the people in the battle formation were only at the sixth or seventh level of the Essence Spirit Realm.
The seventh level was acceptable.
But the sixth level couldn't exert much combat power here.
The suppression of the power of heaven and earth made it difficult to have space for their own actions.
In other words, these people were here to form a battle formation.
"Kill!" Han Muye shouted and flew up.
He raised his hand, and a golden spear appeared in his palm.
The spear stabbed forward, directly piercing through the soldier formation that was charging at him.
Before these soldiers could step forward, they were sent flying.
Holding his spear, Han Muye rushed straight into the battle formation without hesitation.
He had no choice. If he didn't break through the formation, those surrounded Golden Crow individuals would perish.
"Pa!"
The spear knocked away a soldier holding a long saber, and the tip of the spear in Han Muye's hand turned into a 30-foot blade.
"Slash—"
The golden spear radiance swept past, and all the surrounding soldiers were sent flying.