Chapter 1492  Golden Crow Han Muye, Patriarch of the Han Mountain Tribe (4)

Slaughter!

As the human general leading the army had said, Zhuo Yu could leave, but the other members of the Golden Crow tribe had to stay behind.

"Buzz!"

Among the three true spirit experts surrounding Zhuo Yu, one of them rushed towards the Golden Crow true spirit expert who followed Zhuo Yu.

Clearly, apart from Zhuo Yu, none of the other Golden Crow tribe members had a chance to escape.

The Golden Crow transformed by Zhuo Yu flew out a hundred miles, abruptly coming to a halt.

"Whew—"

Intense light flames rose from the Golden Crow's body.

Great Sun Golden Crow Divine Flame!

Although this divine flame was thin, it was scorching hot.

With the fierce flames, the Golden Crow turned back and re-entered the battle formation.

The human army opened a path, allowing the Golden Crow to return.

In the sky, the general leading the human army burst into laughter.

The battle formation slowly rotated, becoming an impregnable defense.

The Golden Crow tribe was finished.

The surrounding tribes sighed in sympathy.

If Zhuo Yu left, the Golden Crow tribe would be wiped out.

However, if Zhuo Yu stayed and died here, the survival of the Golden Crow tribe would be equally challenging.

"Zhuo Yu, I have already issued a hunting order. As long as you die, countless hunters will swarm to exterminate your Golden Crow tribe."

"If other tribes can capture your territory, my Ten Thousand Magnificence Immortal Dynasty will also reward them.

"Pills, weapons, and spiritual materials. You can have whatever you want."

Cheers echoed in the sky.

Clearly, this was to undermine the fighting spirit of the besieged Golden Crow tribe.

Simultaneously, these words were meant for the scattered tribes in the vicinity.

The rewards from the Ten Thousand Magnificence Immortal Dynasty could tempt many.

"Kill—"

At this moment, in front of the hill where Han Muye and others were located, squads of human forces had already arrived.

Han Muye raised his hand, and a golden battle spear appeared.

The Han Mountain Tribe and the Muyang Mountain Tribe behind him also gathered, and the power of the Golden Crow surged.

"Haha, I came at the right time, right?"

At this moment, a long laugh came from behind Han Muye.

Mu Changkong!

Han Muye smiled.

"Boom—"

A 5,000-foot-tall Golden Crow phantom crashed down.

Golden streams of light enveloped him. The Golden Crow phantom flapped its wings and proficiency flames swept down.

It was the Great Sun Golden Crow Divine Flame, a powerful flame that could burn through the world.

Before this flame, the human army directly turned into ashes.

"Retreat—"

The remaining half of the soldiers fled in panic, and the formation collapsed.

Who would have thought that there was the true spirit of the Golden Crow Tribe outside this array?

True spirit.

At this moment, Mu Changkong had already entered the True Spirit Realm.

"Woo—"

In the distance, the sound of horns echoed within the large formation.

A 100,000-strong army arrived, and a human expert at the True Spirit Realm stepped into the air.

"Muye, take your clansmen and leave." Mu Changkong's expression was solemn as he spoke in a deep voice.

He had just broken through to the True Spirit realm, and controlling the power at this level was difficult. Facing an opponent of the same level, victory was almost impossible.

But he could block the other party and the 100,000-strong army.

"Brother Mu, go and invite the experts of the Iron Wing Dragon Tribe and the Silver Moon Flood Dragon Tribe to help."

Han Muye's voice suddenly sounded.

"Tell them that I have a method to improve the bloodlines of their two races."

Bloodline enhancement!

The Iron Winged Dragon Tribe and the Silver Moon Flood Dragon Tribe were both divine beast Azure Dragon bloodlines, but their bloodline powers had solidified, making it almost impossible to return to their ancestral strength.

These two tribes had always sought ways to enhance the bloodline power of their own clans.

If promised under these conditions, the experts of the two tribes might actually agree.

Mu Changkong nodded and said in a deep voice, "Even so, I'm afraid it'll be difficult to save Zhuo Yuan's tribe."

Inviting helpers could at most save their lives. No one could save Zhuo Yuan's army of five million.

The experts of the Iron Winged Dragon Tribe and the Silver Moon Flood Dragon Tribe also couldn't confront the human army head-on.

Han Muye also understood this.

Unless—

He turned his head and looked up at the sky.

"Swoosh—"

A majestic emerald-eyed golden eagle spread its wings and came over.

Its thousand-foot-long body shone with golden light.

True Spirit Realm!

It was the golden eagle that Han Muye had given the Origin Golden Pearl to.

Another True Spirit expert had arrived!

The human True Spirit expert rushing over halted his momentum.

In the distance, in the human formation, a big man in golden armor narrowed his eyes.

"Two True Spirits?"

Further away, on a stopped chariot, a man in a green robe showed a hint of surprise on his face.

The black-armored old man behind him also frowned.

"Golden Crow Han Muye, Patriarch of the Han Mountain Tribe."

"Can this person cause any variables?"