Chapter 1129: Chapter 695: Fangs Unleashed (Part 2)

The Azure Wood power of the Dongfang Clan stretches endlessly, like a green tide;

The royal strongmen of the Ji family exude a kind of supreme majesty, like a giant dragon overlooking all beings.

Behind them, several Tier Eight Golden Bloodline strongmen follow, each figure exuding a thick aura, Spiritual Energy surging, like stars shining in the night sky, adding more weight and confidence to this battlefield.

Counting Dongfang Hong, Dongfang Long, and Zhuge Mirror among others present, the number of human Tier Eight powerhouses in this valley already exceeds forty!

More than forty Tier Eight powerhouses stand in formation, like a steel Great Wall, blocking the Beastmen.

Spiritual Energy fluctuations gather into a vast surge, causing the air across the entire valley to churn violently.

The momentum is so strong, like an overwhelming tsunami, that the pressure of the Beastmen is forcefully pushed back, even creating a trend of crushing them.

The Beastmen side, with fifteen Tier Eight combatants.

The human side, with over forty Tier Eight powerhouses.

Three times the number of Beastmen.

The air in the valley seemed to freeze at this moment.

The smiles on the faces of the Beastmen, who originally thought they had victory within their grasp, instantly froze at the corners of their mouths.

Amond’s golden pupils contracted violently, and the golden light in Guhai’s Dragon Eye flickered uncertainly. The four newly arrived Beastman Royal Family members all changed their expressions at this moment.

The elite ordinary warriors among the Beastmen slightly trembled before the overwhelming Tier Eight pressure, and their fingers gripping their weapons turned white from exertion.

Inside and outside the valley, silence reigned.

Only the sound of the wind howled past the broken edge of the Array, rustling the hems of attire on both sides.

The situation reversed at this moment.

"Dongfang Long, your Dongfang Clan really played a masterful move this time."

A Tier Eight Elder of the Ji family, dressed in bright yellow battle robes, spoke with a faint smile, his eyes filled with unabashed admiration, "More than forty Tier Eight powerhouses, the four Holy Blood Clans joining forces, such a scene is rare."

His gaze swept over the Beastmen with ashen faces, and the curve at the corner of his mouth deepened.

The Beastmen within the Celestial Stele Secret Realm were particularly united—due to their numbers being far fewer than those of the Empire, they didn’t scatter as the Empire did into nine separate routes but instead huddled closely together like a solid block of iron.

Even though the Empire wanted to target the Beastmen within the Celestial Stele Secret Realm and kill as many Beastman powerhouses as possible, against that tightly unified "iron board," they always found no angle of attack.

Unless all the forces of the Nine Great Holy Blood Clans united for an all-out siege of the Beastmen, but such a head-on confrontation might annihilate the Beastmen, and the casualties for the Empire would also not be small.

The key question remains, could the Nine Great Holy Blood Clans truly unite?

Impossible.

As a member of the Royal Family, he was very aware of the internal ecology within the Empire.

If not for a life-or-death crisis threatening to shake the Empire’s foundations, the Nine Great Holy Blood Clans would never wholeheartedly work together on a single issue.

After all, the Nine Great Holy Blood Clans have been in conflict for thousands of years, and the hatred between them is even deeper than that between humans and Beastmen. To have them lay aside their grievances and truly join hands, it might only be possible if the Emperor himself intervened.

So, this time, the opportunity is truly once in a lifetime.

To capture six Tier Eight Beastman Royal Family members, nine Tier Eight Beastmen, and thousands of elite Beastmen in one fell swoop is undoubtedly a major victory for the Empire, one unseen in years.

"Elder Wen Cong gives too much credit." Dongfang Long gently shook his head, his tone calm and honest, "I am not the orchestrator. The true mastermind of this chess game is Qin Tian, Major General Qin. He used himself as bait, attracting these big fishes. Besides, without the Space Divine Stone he provided, we wouldn’t have been able to gather everyone here in such a short time."

Qin Tian?

The eyes of many powerhouses present flickered.

Actually, they didn’t know much about the specifics of this operation; they were merely ordered by their respective family Elders to assemble more than half an hour ago, to stay put and await instructions, only being told there was an "important action to participate in."

It wasn’t until they passed through the Gate of Space and saw the battlefield before them that they were shocked to discover that this operation had gathered over forty Tier Eight powerhouses from the four Holy Blood Clans, and their target was the Beastman army in front of them.

They thought that such a grand chess game was a premeditated strategic deployment by the four clans, but unexpectedly, the real orchestrator was just an Empire Major General.

Qin Tian.

They were not unfamiliar with this name.

Back when the Dan Tower crisis shook the entire Empire, as the savior of the Dan Tower, the name Qin Tian spread across the upper circles of society.

Afterward, during the vigorous development of Mingwang Planet, Qin Tian, as the Guardian Envoy of the Ice Extreme Pass and a key figure in the development plans of Mingwang Planet, once again entered the upper echelons’ view.

In that grand development feast, many families present made a huge profit due to good relations with Qin Tian and the Dongfang Clan.

And today, this Empire Major General became part of the scheme, using his abilities and influence to leverage the forces of the four Holy Blood Clans and orchestrate such a grand chess game.

These noble Tier Eight powerhouses then became pawns within, placed precisely at critical positions on the battlefield.

For a moment, these powerhouses had a mixture of complex emotions in their hearts—surprise, reflection, admiration, and an indescribable feeling of being meticulously arranged by a young man.

But there was no denying, this General Qin indeed accomplished an unprecedented feat.

"Qin Tian, you’ve truly become famous now."

Dongfang Haoyue stood at the back of the crowd, smiling as he watched all of this unfold.

As one of the executors of the plan and the liaison between Qin Tian and the Dongfang Clan, he knew exactly what preparations Qin Tian had made throughout the process.

He used himself as bait.

He plotted the battle strategies.

He provided the Space Divine Stone.

And—he also assumed the consequences.

If things didn’t go as Qin Tian planned, if the gathering of more than forty Tier Eight Holy Blood and thousands of elites by the four Holy Blood Clans resulted in nothing, then all responsibility would inevitably fall on Qin Tian.

A Major General mobilizing the forces of the four Holy Blood Clans but yielding no results—that consequence would be enough to end anyone’s career.

Yet Qin Tian, well aware of the consequences, nevertheless pushed forward with this plan, even successfully convincing the Elders of the Dongfang Clan to execute it.

Why did Qin Tian possess such confidence?

First, he had recently slain over ten thousand elite Beastmen at San Tuo Mountain, including several Tier Seven Beastman Royal Family members.

The Beastmen were currently at their angriest, and would surely seek revenge on him, making Qin Tian the perfect bait.

Second, taking a step back, even if the plan failed, so what?

Compared to the merit of luring and killing several Beastman strongmen, the consequence of a fruitless large-scale mobilization pales in comparison.

The balance of risk and reward had been calculated by Qin Tian long ago.

And the facts proved that Qin Tian’s predictions were accurate.

The Beastmen were indeed lured in, and the layers of tightly woven nets captured them securely. Now, the prey was ensnared, and four-sided encirclement had been formed.

And now, it was time to reap the harvest.

Seeing the four Holy Blood Clans pour out of the Gate of Space like fish, all the Beastmen present had a similar thought flash through their minds—

They had fallen into a trap.

"Despicable humans!"

Amond snorted fiercely, his eyes bloodshot, his six arms trembling slightly in anger.

Guhai’s face was as dark as water, realizing they had completely fallen into the trap set by Qin Tian.

They were outnumbered and outpowered; the enemy’s top strength and overall strength far surpassed theirs.

And at this moment, within a short time, the Beastmen camp could not muster any other viable forces to aid them.

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