Chapter 2362 - 2321: Elder Mo Is a Traitor

At the moment of life and death, Wang Xiaoqiang hesitated not a bit. With a flick of his willpower, he released the remaining thirty hybrid beasts, including the ten Zodiac Beasts of his trump card.

Forty hybrid beasts under his command formed a dense defensive line in front of him.

However, this time, the Seven-Color Light Needles did not scatter but formed a Light Needle Matrix, and the formation of forty hybrid beasts could not completely block the matrix.

Wang Xiaoqiang quickly reacted, rearranging the formation. The hybrid beasts, under his command, shifted from a surface formation to a point formation, each stacked closely with the remaining thirty hybrids, ready to meet the matrix.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom~~~~

The Seven-Color Light Needle Matrix crashed into the front; the first seven hybrid beasts dissolved upon contact, as did the matrix itself, both annihilated in a chemical reaction, turning to void.

The result was that the matrix was neutralized by the seven hybrid beasts and dissolved simultaneously.

Witnessing this, everyone was dumbfounded.

The seemingly powerful Light Needle Matrix was actually blocked by seven hybrid beasts, so easily, unbelievably!!

Previously thought, the hybrid beasts could not block the matrix, the matrix meant to slay Wang Xiaoqiang, was less effective than the previous wave of rain.

Once the strengths and weaknesses of those light needles are understood, the reason becomes clear.

The needles dissolve anything they contact, which is their strength, but their weakness of self-dissolution limits their lethal surface.

Without forming a matrix, it's fine; but when in matrix formation, the attack surface becomes smaller. Wang Xiaoqiang stacked the hybrid beasts, each able to block a segment of the matrix, seven hybrid beasts could block the entire matrix.

Compared to last time, it seemed even easier, saving dozens of hybrid beasts.

Originally thought the trump card twelve Zodiac hybrid beasts would be spent, not needing to use even one.

Secretly delighted, Wang Xiaoqiang couldn't help but rejoice.

While Wang Xiaoqiang was pleasingly relieved, Elder Mo was utterly dispirited, despairing to death, his knees buckled as he slumped to the ground.

The Seven-Color Yiyun, with its final burst, had exhausted its power completely; a short-term reapplication seemed impossible.

Furthermore, his condition did not allow for another attempt, his essence blood was nearly depleted, his cultivation base diminished greatly, his Daoist foundation destroyed, rebuilding was extremely difficult. Though alive, he was effectively done, akin to death.

Even this humiliating survival seemed worse than death.

Death, for him, would be a relief.

"Burst!!" Wang Xiaoqiang's loud cry, arms vibrating, blood qi exploding, shattered the binding Seven-Color Light Threads in his blood qi frenzy, fractured them, scatter them to the winds.

Wang Xiaoqiang leaped like a dragon, streaking through the sky, landing before Elder Mo, coldly smiling, "Don't tell me you didn't know about the weaknesses of those Seven-Color Light Needles, actually, you could have killed me with the last strike, your combat strength is superior but your tactics are brainless, nobody else is to blame."

Even after such deadly tribulations, Wang Xiaoqiang remained vigorous as a dragon and tiger, his presence radiant, while Elder Mo was akin to a shriveled corpse, feeble and wasted.

Wang Xiaoqiang was correct, had Elder Mo's final move with "Seven-Color Yiyun's Seven-Color Burst" delivered its needles in a scattering attack style, the outcome wouldn't be this, but now, any argument was too late.

At this time, he cast a resentful, venomous glance at Wang Xiaoqiang, weakly said, "Kid, today, consider yourself lucky, honestly speaking, the Yiyun Tribe has always been upheld by me, Yiyun is just a figurehead, or perhaps just a puppet; as long as I am alive, the tribe stands, but when I die, the tribe will quickly be swallowed by outsiders…"

Although Elder Mo spoke weakly, his words were heard by all the tribesmen, including the other eight elders, who were startled, their faces convulsed.

None expected Elder Mo to speak such words, but recalling how he recently exhibited the terrifying mastery of the Yiyun Technique, especially the two moves "Seven-Color Yiyun's Seven-Color Kill" and "Seven-Color Yiyun's Seven-Color Burst," qualities unseen even by several elders, including the leader Yiyun, they were convinced of Elder Mo's words.

Though Elder Mo's cultivation wasn't as high as Yiyun's, just based on these two killer moves, Yiyun was no match for Elder Mo.

"So, you've been conspiring with external enemies all along, just hadn't yet launched a coup, right?" Wang Xiaoqiang focused on Elder Mo, asked.

Elder Mo, in his dying breath, let slip indiscretions, too late to deny. He simply didn't bother to argue, laughed sinisterly, "Hehe, kid, whether I rebel or not, what's it to you? You're just an outsider, and Yiyun opposed me for an outsider, she'll face karma, and the tribe's leadership will change."

At that moment, the sound of piercing skies rang, Bing Tan arrived with Wang Wufa and Wang Wutian, landing behind Wang Xiaoqiang, glad he was unharmed, but they still asked, "Father, are you alright?"

Wang Xiaoqiang glanced at his two sons, didn't answer, turned back to focus on Elder Mo, laughed, "Old traitor, open your eyes and behold my true power…"

Seeing two Golden Blood Boys caused a stir, everyone was shocked and excited, their faces showing surprise and elation, shouted, "Golden Blood Boy? He, he has two Golden Blood Boys sons, how, how could it be?"

Elder Mo was equally shaken, pointing at Wang Wufa and Wang Wutian behind Wang Xiaoqiang, speechless, his heart sank into hopelessness.

Wang Xiaoqiang said, "Old man, see clearly, as long as I'm in the Yiyun Tribe, the tribe will be fine."

Elder Mo couldn't retort, indeed, with Wang Xiaoqiang's strength and his two Golden Blood Boys sons in the tribe, no tribe could swallow the Yiyun Tribe.

He originally hoped that the Blue Leopard Tribe could overrun the Yiyun Tribe, kill Wang Xiaoqiang for his revenge, but now it seemed impossible.

On the contrary, it might even bring harm to his nephew, Blue Leopard.

Blue Leopard, leader of the Blue Leopard Tribe, was his nephew; the tribe always aimed to engulf the Yiyun Tribe, yet Elder Mo never agreed.

If the Blue Leopard Tribe attacked, Elder Mo would have to retaliate, otherwise face tribal scorn, for publicly, Yiyun is the leader, secretly controlled by Elder Mo, and she only knew to dedicate herself, not demand, for the tribe.

And he not only controlled the tribe, also unscrupulously extracted resources, hoarded cultivation resources of the tribe, unabashedly consumed them, secretly gifting them to nephew Blue Leopard, uncle and nephew colluding corruptly, plundering the tribe's wealth, a scheme more profitable than direct invasion.

Discovering an outsider's arrival, favored by Yiyun siblings, Elder Mo felt the crisis, grew exclusionary, hence attacking to kill; unfortunately, his skills fell short, backfired instead, and his nephew, upon hearing of his death, would launch an attack, long preplanned between him and Blue Leopard.