I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself-Chapter 151 - 76: Xiaoyang’s Crushing Defeat, Blood Oath Alliance

"Hold the line, hold the line!"

"Shield bearers, fill the gaps!" 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Qiu Bear shouted loudly, scolding the Xiaoyang Race soldiers behind.

The soldiers of its own division were supervising from the rear. In this head-to-head battle, naturally, it couldn't let its own soldiers die in vain.

"Hold it for me, let the Human Race get closer!"

As Qiu Bear shouted, it suddenly heard a series of thunderous clangs.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Giant arrows flew from the main array of the Blazing Flame Race soldiers, aiming first at the leading martial artists of the Xiaoyang Race at the forefront.

"Damn... your ancestral grandmother!"

In a flash, Qiu Bear, hiding behind a giant shield, felt a chill down its back. It abandoned its mount and leaped backward.

As Qiu Bear jumped back, both Muo Qiu and Mu Xun noticed.

More than a hundred streams of light came breaking through the air, something no one could withstand.

Rumble!

The shields held by the Xiaoyang Race soldiers at the front seemed like paper, instantly pierced through.

The front line of the shield wall collapsed in an instant.

To forcibly position the scattered division soldiers at the front, Muo Qiu and the others had gathered the leaders of these small divisions together, placing them at the front of the array as commanders.

Those who could be clan leaders were Celestial Vein Martial Artists, and they could lead the charge.

Now, the giant arrows pierced through these small division leaders, carrying them with unrivaled force, continuously driving them into their own Xiaoyang Race soldiers behind.

In an instant, the bloodlines merged.

Blood marks connected through the Xiaoyang Array, and thousands of Xiaoyang soldiers were instantly shattered by the giant arrows.

The Crocodile Dragons at the front roared towards the sky, with one unlucky dragon being struck by several arrows, toppling over completely.

No matter how thick the skin was, it couldn't withstand such powerful strikes.

"Release the arrows!"

"Release the arrows!"

The tribal soldiers on both sides also saw the opportunity, and following the central Blazing Flame core array, started firing arrows towards the Xiaoyang Race soldiers.

A dense rain of arrows descended from the sky.

The scattered division soldiers of Xiaoyang were struck accurately, their flesh meeting arrow with each shot, still running when they suddenly collapsed to the ground, their backs turning into pincushions.

"Fire!"

The giant crossbows once again released their resonant twangs.

Upon hearing this noise, Xiaoyang Race soldiers turned and started to retreat.

An arrow they could withstand a few of, but a single giant arrow could wipe out dozens.

With one or two giant crossbows, they could still hope for ancestral protection, but with so many arrows, ancestral favor was selective.

But not really, since they were scattered veins of the Xiaoyang Race, akin to the wild small tribes of the Human Race; perhaps the ancestors had forgotten these collateral lines.

"Where are our giant crossbows! Quickly! Aim at the leaders of the Human Race, fire now!"

Qiu Bear roared, with the giant crossbows hidden behind the scattered division array, controlled by their own martial artists, originally intending to use them for a sneak attack during the melee.

Now everything was in chaos.

It had intended to use the giant crossbows as a trump card to assassinate the Blazing Flame Race Leader.

Unexpectedly, the Blazing Flame Tribe laid their giant crossbows flat.

They were using them like regular bows and arrows.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

As Qiu Bear finished roaring, a giant arrow streaked past the front, carrying several screaming kin.

How was this even a fight.

They only had ten giant crossbows, but the other side had at least two hundred.

Weren't the Northern Lands supposed to be the Human Race barbarians?

They had thought Blazing Flame could only do sneak attacks, not that they could make giant crossbows as well.

"What are you standing there for? Quickly, return to the main array, or we'll be overrun by these useless ones."

Mu Xun shouted from afar to Qiu Bear, as the Xiaoyang Race soldiers gathered from the scattered division were completely shattered, with routed soldiers charging towards their own main division.

"Anyone retreating, kill them!"

The Xiaoyang Martial Artists controlling the tribal soldiers in the three divisions showed no mercy, directly shooting arrows into the retreating scattered division soldiers, stalling their disorderly rush.

"We can't retreat!"

Mu Xun shouted again, "Fight your way back!"

If they retreated now, they'd be beaten like a drowning Xiaoyang by the Human Race.

"Charge at them!"

Mu Xun rushed to Qiu Bear and Muo Qiu, urging urgently, "The giant crossbows are useless, we still have witchcraft!"

We must take down the Blazing Flame Race Leader, or there will be no good days for us in the future!"

"Push forward!"

"The giant crossbows are slow to reload; if we charge fast, they won't even have a chance to fire many times."

"I'll take the lead."

Qiu Bear, with a grim expression, grabbed a hefty iron club and leaped into the charge.

"Boom!"

With one strike, it shattered incoming giant arrows.

"Charge forward, slaughter these weak Human Race, what are you afraid of; they only have a few giant crossbows!"

"You useless lot, being beaten into a retreat by the savages of the Northern Lands, aren't you afraid your kin will laugh at you when word reaches the Ancestral Land?"

"How many giant crossbows do they have? Spread out!"

The soldiers from the three branch tribes of Xiaoyang threw away their large shields and launched an offensive with a roar—though some were taken down by arrows, more Xiaoyang Race soldiers charged forward with arrows sticking out of them.

Arrows that didn't hit vital points, lodged in their bodies instead fueled their ferocity.

Huo Chang sat atop the Mountain-Splitting Kui, raising his long blade aloft, and suddenly shouted.

"Kill!"

Over ten thousand allied troops from various divisions also discarded their large shields. Apart from the rear array led by Huo Shan and the giant crossbow soldiers, they quickly collided with the Xiaoyang Race soldiers.

The earth shook, and the shouts of battle filled the sky.

Seeing this scene, Huo Shan suddenly reached for a witch pouch at his waist, releasing several stone platforms from it.

The stone platforms were over three zhang high, and after landing, several crossbowmen quickly grabbed giant crossbows and jumped onto the platforms.

The remaining crossbowmen spread out in a fan shape in front of the rear array, refilling the giant arrows into the crossbows, ready to defend against any unexpected situations.