Chapter 441 - 296: Deceiving the Heavens, Subduing the Spirit Contract

The blood claw pierced the air, seizing the Silver Spear with one claw, while the other claw fiercely grabbed Yang Rong.

Puff, puff, puff!

Yang Rong, the Cavalry Captain of the Huang Forbidden Army and a strong practitioner in the late stage of the Lower Meridian Unlocking Realm, couldn’t evade in time, and his chest was clawed, revealing three bloody wounds, deep enough to see the bone.

"My lord!"

Deputy Cavalry Captains Lin Jin and Ling Nan rushed over.

Puff! Puff!

Chu Ming sent a claw to each of them, injuring both.

The injuries were non-lethal; he intentionally held back.

"Form the array, retreat..."

The core of the array formation was the three of them, but in an instant, all three were heavily injured, causing the array formation to be on the brink of collapse.

Yang Rong stood firm with his spear, rescuing the two, then ordered the Huang Forbidden Army to cover the retreat.

"Kill!"

The brigands, eyes bloodshot, were already deeply engaged in the battle.

Disguised as Lang Lin, Chu Ming pretended to be out of breath and did not pursue, giving the Huang Forbidden Army a chance to retreat.

Then he turned and signaled with his eyes to Feeng Zhi, Feeng Ying, and others disguised as brigands.

The group understood the hint, leading their camps to chase for a while before ordering a retreat.

Yet, over four thousand brigands from Chaobei Ridge continued to hunt the Huang Forbidden Army.

...

Xiqu Bay.

Chu Ming used a brief moment to clean the battlefield before heading westward.

To the west.

The Spirit Contract Race elder Qi Lanshui, along with elders Qi Konghen and Qi Yuewu, was leading over seventeen hundred remaining clan members to flee.

Suddenly.

A black silhouette descended from the sky.

The young man in black stood with deep, abyss-like eyes and a calm, unwavering demeanor, simply standing before the Spirit Contract Race people.

Qi Konghen and Qi Yuewu were ready to fight, but the elderly woman stopped them.

In the eyes of others, the young man in black was merely handsome and exerted no pressure, but the elderly woman knew just how terrifying the young man in black was.

It was no exaggeration to say that the black silhouette was like a Black Abyss Mountain Range that the Spirit Contract Race couldn’t surmount.

The Cyan Flame Demon Wolf beneath him, upon seeing the young man in black, instantly cowered in fear like a house cat.

Yet, the trembling body conveyed the terror of the young man in black.

"Thank you, sir, for saving us."

The elderly woman jumped down from the demon wolf’s back, bowing to the young man in black.

Chu Ming did not respond, only calmly surveying the members of the Spirit Contract Race.

Over seventeen hundred people, all wounded, without exception.

The elderly woman suffered the most severe injuries, her left arm broken.

Though Qi Konghen and Qi Yuewu were not disabled, most of their meridians were severed; without timely treatment, their Martial Arts paths might end here.

Chu Ming gazed at the elderly woman and said, "The Wolf Race is annihilated, the Huang Forbidden Army has fled, the Spirit Contract Race need not flee any longer."

The Wolf Race is annihilated? The Huang Forbidden Army has fled?

The Spirit Contract Race need not flee!

Upon hearing this, the Spirit Contract Race people behind revealed expressions of surprise.

"Do we really not need to flee?" some tribe members whispered.

"Not flee? Setting aside whether the Huang Forbidden Army truly retreated, if our race doesn’t escape the Qin Dynasty, we will surely be hunted down later!"

"Indeed, the Qin Dynasty will send troops again to this place to search for our race!"

"..."

What the Spirit Contract Race members discussed was also the concern in the elderly woman’s heart.

"Thank you, noble sir, for saving us, but the Qin Dynasty won’t spare our race. I must lead my people away from the Qin Dynasty!" The elderly woman prepared for battle.

Just then, rustling from the dense forest on the side suggested the arrival of someone.

The Spirit Contract Race people were startled, Qi Konghen and Qi Yuewu’s nerves instantly tightened.

Emerging from the forest were Feeng Zhi and Feeng Ying, elders of the Wind Spirit Race.

Both had emerald green eyes, wore Wind Spirit Race robes, and held Green Spears, standing respectfully behind the young man in black.

The Spirit Contract Race saw the two, initially stunned, then subtly stirred.

"Wind Spirit Race?" She recognized them.

"Wind Spirit Race?" Qi Konghen felt a bit anxiety, "Wasn’t the race wiped out long ago because of the construction of the West Capital Grand Canal?"

"Is the honorable one from the Wind Spirit Race?" The elderly woman interrupted Qi Konghen, stepping forward to inquire.

Due to the matter of the West Capital Grand Canal, the Wind Spirit Race suffered a massacre by the Qin Dynasty, a fate akin to her Spirit Contract Race.

Chu Ming did not respond.

Elder Feeng Zhi stepped forward, opening his palm to reveal a white porcelain bottle, which contained Azure Ancient Juice produced only by the Wind Spirit Clan Tree.

Throwing the bottle to the elderly woman, Feeng Zhi said solemnly, "This item belongs only to my Wind Spirit Race."

The elderly woman received the porcelain bottle and instantly smelled a faint fragrance, "Azure Ancient Juice?!"

"Precisely!"

It truly was the Wind Spirit Race!

The elderly woman firmly recognized that these were indeed the Wind Spirit Race, or they wouldn’t casually offer the precious Azure Ancient Juice.

"I said, I can protect your race." Chu Ming spoke solemnly.

With these words, the Spirit Contract elder woman gathered her gaze, suddenly realizing.

"Earlier, those brigands..." The elderly woman’s expression fluctuated.

"Those brigands are under my Wind Spirit Race’s control." Feeng Zhi explained.

Indeed!

Surprised waves surged within the elderly woman’s heart.

The brigands’ overall strength wasn’t exceptional, but they numbered in the tens of thousands.

And this, surprisingly, was commanded by a clan that’s supposed to have vanished into the river of history?

Chu Ming stepped forward, raising his right hand to brush his face.

As the sleeve fell, his face transformed into the likeness of the Wolf Race’s Lang Lin.

Then his back arched, eyes reddened, and his hands became reminiscent of blood claws, appearing in the form of a Wolf Transformation.

The Spirit Contract elder woman was immediately startled, thinking an attack was imminent.

"The Qin Dynasty will not pursue the Spirit Contract Race anymore."

After showcasing his Wolf Transformation, Chu Ming reverted to his appearance as the young man in black.

The Spirit Contract elder woman was unsure of the meaning.

Feeng Zhi spoke again, "Our clan leader possesses supernatural means, using the guise of a Wolf Race member to make the Huang Forbidden Army believe it was the Wolf Race that abducted the Spirit Contract Race."

"And those few strong Wolf Race figures were slain by our clan leader, while a unit of Cyan Wolf Riders from the Huang Forbidden Army will soon come to annihilate the brigands at Chaobei Ridge, whom are actually under the command of the Wolf Race."