Chapter 81

The impact was so intense that the two of them almost stuck together!

The Blood Clan warrior's longsword, propped on the arm shield of Qian Ye's left hand, had already been bent and deformed from the collision, and the blade had even cut himself. Qian Ye roared again, exerting all his strength to push, finally making the Blood Clan warrior stagger backward!

All the Blood Clan warriors were momentarily stunned, and the formation they had been using for the combined attack instantly lost its effectiveness. In the direct confrontation, they had actually lost to a human of the same level? This was simply inconceivable!

Qian Ye had been waiting for this moment to break through their formation. He pushed and collided with the Blood Clan warrior in front of him, rushing out dozens of steps before stopping. At the same time, he swung his hand axe like lightning, splitting the Blood Clan warrior from shoulder to chest who had no time to block.

Qian Ye did not pause for a moment. He took a step to the side, spun around, and the Blood Clan warrior who was rushing at him from behind missed. However, the companion who was standing shoulder to shoulder with the Blood Clan warrior collided head-on with Qian Ye, and a series of dull thuds echoed.

When the two separated again, Qian Ye flew backward and landed steadily, while the Blood Clan warrior collapsed on the spot.

The old Blood Clan man's brows furrowed tightly. This human's physique was even somewhat slender, yet the immense strength he exerted even surpassed these carefully selected Blood Clan warriors! Moreover, his attacks were extremely ruthless, often deciding life and death in a single strike.

The old Blood Clan man did not want to lose any more of his warriors. He drew his sword with a reverse grip, the power of blood activated, and the blade gradually turned transparent, emitting a hazy red glow and a faint howl.

He signaled his subordinates to adopt a defensive stance and then walked towards Qian Ye. However, just as he took a step, a sudden wave of weakness hit him. It felt as if a large hole had appeared in his body, and the abundant power of blood drained away instantly. His hand became so weak that he could no longer hold the longsword, which clattered to the ground!

The old Blood Clan man was greatly alarmed. He looked down and his face suddenly turned pale, exclaiming in shock!

With the Blood Clan's robust constitution, the wound on his arm should have clotted and stopped bleeding, but now it not only failed to close but had even widened. The flesh around the wound was curling, continuously oozing blackish-purple blood, and the muscles were rotting and falling off at a visible rate!

The blood of the Blood Clan was usually bright red and full of vitality. However, the blackish-purple blood from the wound was filled with the stench of decay and death.

The moment he smelled this odor, the old man's head spun. He instantly understood and shouted, "Poison! Deadly poison!"

The old Blood Clan man swayed, unable to stand, and fell to the ground.

The Blood Clan warriors surrounding Qian Ye were immediately alarmed. Some tried to break away from the battle to check on him, while others, who had just changed to a defensive stance, hurriedly tried to attack.

Amidst the chaos, Qian Ye's deep voice erupted, seizing every gap to wedge in, burst out, flash, and shift. In an instant, he had already cut down two of them.

In the blink of an eye, the battle was over. Qian Ye had killed all the Blood Clan warriors, and he himself had several wounds. These Blood Clan warriors were quite troublesome when they fought to the death.

Qian Ye's wounds were burning, continuously oozing blood and steam, and the deeper flesh was charred black.

The longswords of these Blood Clan warriors were etched with elemental arrays, allowing dark elemental power to pass through the blade and harm the opponent. Qian Ye's wounds were caused by dark elemental power. Based on his past experience, such injuries were the most troublesome. If the dark elemental power was not completely removed, the wound would not heal. The longer the dark elemental power remained, the more severe the injury would become.

The pain from the wounds was intense, but this pain was stimulating Qian Ye's nerves, making him increasingly excited. Qian Ye felt as if the blood in his body was boiling, and a strong thirst and excitement intertwined, making him feel almost frenzied.

The bodies of the Blood Clan warriors lay on the ground, blood flowing continuously, and the strong smell of blood rose into the air, lingering at Qian Ye's nose. Qian Ye subconsciously took a deep breath and immediately knew something was wrong!

The smell of blood instantly ignited his consciousness, and all the blood in his body began to boil!

The intense thirst quickly became the overwhelming will, and when Qian Ye could no longer hold his breath and inhaled another mouthful of the strong blood smell, it was like a thirsty person suddenly drinking a sip of sweet water, or a virgin entering his beloved goddess's body for the first time. The instant satisfaction and pleasure made Qian Ye groan softly.

Qian Ye pounced directly onto the body of a Blood Clan warrior, opening his mouth wide, about to bite into his neck!

However, deep in Qian Ye's consciousness, a voice was shouting loudly, trying to stop him. This voice was very weak but exceptionally stubborn, and neither the thirst nor the pleasure could completely suppress it.

At this moment, a whiff of decay reached Qian Ye's nose, immediately ruining his appetite. Qian Ye suddenly looked up and saw that the old Blood Clan man had somehow stood up, holding his sword with both hands, trembling as he tried to strike down!

Qian Ye said nothing, crouched, and sprang up, directly colliding with the old Blood Clan man, grabbing his neck and lifting him up!

At this moment, the blood in Qian Ye's body was boiling, and the golden and purple blood qi was surging like fish leaping out of water, further increasing his physical strength.

In this world where the power of dawn had been reduced to a thin layer, the dark sun faintly appeared in the void, as if it would break through the barrier at any moment. The resonance of elemental power still passed through, drawing the cold and violent bloodlust to sweep through every corner.

Without hesitation, Qian Ye exerted his left hand, and with a crack, he crushed the old Blood Clan man's neck! He slowly released his grip, watching the old man's body fall to the ground, and the intense excitement in his heart gradually calmed down.

The old Blood Clan man was emitting an increasingly strong smell of decay. Qian Ye squatted down, turned the body over, and saw the wound on his upper arm. The wound had completely rotted, exposing a white bone. Large patches of abnormal purplish-black appeared under the old man's skin, and blood, dark and black, was continuously seeping from his mouth.

The old Blood Clan man had been too careless, relying on his strong physical defense to block Qian Ye's elemental bullets. However, Qian Ye's handmade elemental bullets contained a trace of blood qi, which was highly lethal to dark races, especially the Blood Clan. The effect became increasingly evident after boiling blood became part of his cultivation.

Qian Ye suppressed his desire to drink blood and began to search the battlefield. The strong smell of blood still emitted a rich energy, like a delicious meal that could not be enjoyed. After the mission with the werewolf totem, Qian Ye had realized that due to his Blood Clan constitution, drinking blood might be the most effective restorative, but he still controlled himself and did not drink, regardless of the race.

The longswords used by these Blood Clan warriors were all finely crafted masterpieces. The elemental arrays etched on the blades were specifically designed for dark elemental power, and using the power of dawn would reduce their effectiveness, but they would still fetch a much higher price on the black market than ordinary weapons.

Each of these longswords could sell for at least ten gold coins. However, in the fierce battle, more than half of the longswords had been twisted and damaged by the immense force of the collisions, leaving only two intact.

The old man's longsword was elaborately designed and finely crafted, a masterpiece among masterpieces. Qian Ye tried the sword, and when he infused it with his blood qi-infused elemental power, the blade glowed with a deep red light! In Qian Ye's hands, the sword was even more powerful than when the old man used it.

However, Qian Ye weighed the sword and found it too light and unimpressive. He sheathed the sword and continued to search the old man's body, finding a second-grade elemental pistol and a small, exquisite leather bag containing about a dozen crystal coins. The old man also had a leather chest armor, which was also a finely crafted masterpiece with an etched elemental array.

Qian Ye naturally did not let such good things go to waste and quickly stripped them off. The armor on the Blood Clan warriors did not have elemental arrays, so Qian Ye was not interested.

Qian Ye finally inventoried the spoils of war: six elemental pistols, one of which was second-grade and the rest first-grade, about fifty crystal coins, a set of chest armor, and three elemental longswords. Finally, he knocked out all the Blood Clan's fangs, and the battlefield was cleared.

Qian Ye looked at his bulging backpack and realized for the first time how quickly killing and looting could bring in money. In the past, when he was in the Red Scorpion, the spoils of war would be uniformly recovered and processed by the legion, and the warriors would receive merit points based on their post-battle performance. At that time, various training, learning, and cultivation aids required a large amount of points, so Qian Ye was always in a state of poverty. The large number of points gradually became part of his own strength.

Now, with these spoils of war, Qian Ye could exchange for some resources, especially the various rare medicines that could accelerate elemental power cultivation. Although his progress in the Art of War had been rapid, reaching the level of a War King, he should not forget that the elemental power he cultivated now had to supply two uses. One was the power of dawn, and the other was the food for nurturing blood qi.

The blood qi brought about a tremendous change in Qian Ye. The Night Vision and Blood Clan constitution were very practical abilities, and the robustness of his body greatly improved his progress in the Art of War.

Since blood qi had become part of his body, Qian Ye had no choice but to accept it.

After quickly clearing the battlefield, Qian Ye glanced in the direction of the Red Scorpion lifeboat's crash site on the mountain, suppressing the intense emotions that rose within him. Xiaocai Niao was the last survivor, and from the squad led by the old Blood Clan man, it was clear that a powerful clan was active nearby.

Qian Ye had approached this Blood Clan squad with the intense desire to avenge the Red Scorpion warriors. In the end, with some small luck, he had completely wiped out the enemy, though he himself had been seriously injured. This made him a bit more calm, as Red Scorpion missions were never simple, and with his current strength, he could only do so much.

Qian Ye gave the battlefield one last look and then turned to leave, running into the wilderness. Not long after he left, more than a dozen Blood Clan warriors appeared on the mountain peak.