I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself-Chapter 235 - 106: The True Power of the Kui Ox War Chariot—Within 10 Zhang, I’m Still Faster!

Guimu River, the forest a hundred miles south of Dragon Landing Ferry.

In the Shallow Marsh, the Tuo Lord lay amidst the water plants, suddenly spotting the visitor, and felt a shiver running through its body.

"Master!"

It had been a while since it saw Shen Can, and at this moment, it felt a tremor from its bloodline.

"What happened, got beaten up again?"

Shen Can looked at the Tuo Lord lying among the water plants with a dent in its scales on the forehead, somewhat surprised.

"Master, I didn't suffer much."

The Tuo Lord immediately retorted.

Seeing Shen Can's amused expression, the Tuo Lord hastily said, "It was all those old enemies from before, they all ganged up on me.

Master, I'm not boasting, any other crocodile would have been killed, it's just that..."

"Alright, once we're done with this, I'll help you clean up a bit."

Shen Can interrupted the Tuo Lord's words, he now understood why the Tuo Lord had retreated to the Great Marsh.

"Thank you, Master."

The Tuo Lord quickly crawled forward two steps, looking exceptionally excited.

Poor Tuo, it's truly been suffering.

"Any news gathered from Dragon Landing?"

The Tuo Lord shook its head, "Master, I'm incapable, no news was gathered."

...

Shen Can didn't scold the Tuo Lord, this fellow has been quite obedient in recent years, helping the clan gather intelligence in Ji Land.

As the Master of Sacrificial Beasts, it was closely linked with Blood Witches and Blood Warriors, often these shadowy figures were the most informed.

No news meant that the Xiaoyang Race hid it well.

"Patrol around, watch this war chariot and the people inside, don't let him die, but also not too alive."

The Tuo Lord complied, pondering the meaning of not too dead, but also not too alive.

...

Rustling.

The Guimu River's surface was broad, the underwater vegetation lush, teeming with insects and fish.

At nightfall, as Shen Can entered the water, he found himself like a fish, unaffected by the water.

Now, his Divine Sense extended to nearly thirty zhang.

Step by step, he approached Dragon Landing Ferry underwater, originally with just a few buildings, now transformed entirely into the Xiaoyang Race's camp.

The Xiaoyang Race's patrol Martial Artists were scattered around the ferry.

Shen Can did not capture one to question; since Xiaoyang conducted things so secretly, the absence of even one Xiaoyang would surely arouse suspicion.

Along the riverbank, Xiaoyang Race Soldiers guarded the shore, Shen Can's Divine Sense fell upon these soldiers, finding them well-equipped, their eyes frequently scanning the river's surface.

Underwater, Shen Can began tunneling towards the shore.

Dragon Landing Ferry wasn't large, the camp for several hundred Xiaoyang Race Soldiers didn't even cover half a li, nothing was visible on the surface, Shen Can surmised most of it must be underground.

Therefore, he began digging downwards at an angle, keeping a distance of fifty zhang from the surface to avoid detection.

All excavated soil and rock were stored in the Witch Pouch, actions wrapped by Divine Sense to minimize noise.

While digging, Shen Can extended his Divine Sense to sense his surroundings, though underwater and soil impaired it slightly, it only reduced by about a zhang or so.

After digging a hundred zhang, when his Divine Sense penetrated down through the soil, it bounced back suddenly.

He tried again to release his Divine Sense, pinpointing the location, ten zhang, twenty zhang, twenty-five zhang.

As he released his Divine Sense at an angle forward and downward to twenty-five zhang and seven chi, the Divine Sense rebounded again as if it had encountered a halo.

...

Dragon Landing Ferry, above ground in the camp.

Three Xiaoyang Myriarchs resided in the only few buildings available, situated somewhat away from the ferry, right in the middle of the camp.

Around the camp, watchtowers crafted from felled trees stood, giant crossbows glinted coldly, well-armored clan soldiers patrolled constantly, investigating any disturbances.

Several hundred Xiaoyang camped here, naturally attracting many Human Race scattered soldiers and Rangers to spy.

Half a year ago, a force of two thousand clan soldiers attacked.

That day, the whole camp had a hearty meal.

Now, around the camp wooden stakes and barrier stones, dried bloodstains remained, tall weeds growing higher than elsewhere nearby.

The three Xiaoyang Myriarchs were the same as always, each from the three main branches including Muo Yan.

In one of the buildings the three men occupied, a large hole extended downward, a shining Witch Talisman barrier covered the opening, blocking the continuous surge of Heaven and Earth Source Power.

Several tens of zhang down the hole was a cavern formed by a narrow rift, a gentle white light glowing within.

A surging Water Source Power, akin to a tidal wave, constantly battered the cavern walls.

The walls were covered with numerous Witch Talismans, visibly aged, some cracked, yet stubbornly trapping the Water Source Power here.

At the bottom of the cavern, a dragon-like skeleton with branched extensions resembling tree limbs had fused with the surrounding rock and earth.

The rich Water Source Power emanated from this petrified dragon.

This dragon was headless, the spot where the head once was bore claw marks, as if some Wild Beast had clawed its skull away.

At this moment, a Xiaoyang radiating Black Water Profound Light lay atop this dragon's bones, its mouth wide open, swiftly devouring the spilling Water Source Power.

The Xiaoyang Race's Martial Dao and Witchcraft Path were quite similar to the Human Race's, except the Xiaoyang Race's innate racial attributes surpassed the Human Race, particularly excelling in water, wood, earth attributes, akin to bloodline inheritance.

This Xiaoyang enveloped in Black Water Profound Light had a strong affinity for Water Source Power.