“Thinking of slaying our ancestral spirit—how dare you even imagine such a thing!” Bei Li Qing’s countenance darkened. With Genius Bei Feng left crippled and the clan’s sacred relics seized, it was a crushing blow upon Bei Village.
“If it dares appear, we shall have the courage to kill!” Shi Yun Feng said grimly, clearly enraged. Already night had swallowed the sky, the forests grew cold, eerie—thick with a scent of blood wafting through the air.
“Wu Wu…” The wailing of wild beasts rang through the vast wilderness, icy auras thickening the atmosphere, raising the hairs upon one’s flesh like ghosts screaming, filling the spine with chills.
“Peng!” As Bei village’s warriors rushed forward, Little Rascal stomped a fierce kick—sending Bei Feng spiraling skyward, landing in a heap before Shi Village’s warriors.
“A scourge this one remains despite his ruined limbs, best we sever his fate now with a single strike for simplicity,” spoke Er Mung’s father gruffly, as he gripped aloft an enormous blade, slicing through Bei Feng’s neck with a squelching ‘Pu’—a geyser of blood spouting high.
“Ah Feng!” A cry broke from Bei Li Qing, clutching his chest before coughing blood. There before stood his very own grandson—and yet now slaughtered before his own eyes.
“He had already once been spared—his downfall arrived only as self-courtesy upon his own fate,” spoke stone-cold Shi Lin Hu.
Shi Fei Jiao, with one motion seized up the bloodied head; flinging it to land before, “Return, bury it if you dare!”
“May the Ancestral Spirit descend soon!” shouted Bei Li Qing with tousled hair flying wildly, visage reddening before hardening into an ashen, terrifying mask; his earlier composure utterly lost. Warriors of Shi village clutched together now, guarding against sudden arrival of the ancient spirit, fearing slaughter upon them without warning.
Back upon Bei’s front; a haggard line drew—nursed from recent brutal exchange as all now prepared—waiting on the spirit’s expected manifestation within the black dense trees. Roars rang ceaselessly, the woods thick, chilling energy gathering, yet nary a creature emerged to challenge their presence.
Formed together around Azure-Scaled Eagle, their protective ring enclosed their wounded beast, while Elder Shi Yun Feng exerted every known healing balm at hand—his remedies, his brews, finally even carving out shards from the ancient blood infused gemlike horns, feeding it to the grievously injured avian.
“Chi!” Arrows struck like cold serpents aimed for the avian’s eyes—sharp silver flashing, its launch required strength of over five thousand catties behind the thrust of arms; truly terrifying. Filled with fears that revival of the Azure-Eagle would be an impending tragedy—those at Wei village attempted now disruption, and extermination at this fragile hour.
“Dang!” Came the clash of blade meeting arrow. Lin Hu had swung his mighty great sword, shattering the flight trajectory of the deadly bolt—its final destination now embedded deeply into a crag of stone, scattering sparks at impact.
“Iya!” Little Rascal’s brows flared as he charged outward. Already, the ambush by Bei warriors had mortally jeopardized their Azure-Scaled protector; anger boiled in his heart—Silver Moonswept wide, radiating radiant waves—like celestial Milky ways cascading with the fury of white ocean waves; rumbling vibrated against the very foundation of the lands.
“Pu!” “Pu!” Wailings sprated across. Before him stood foes collapsing back, wounds spilling crimson torrents as flesh peeled open; limbs lost, paling faces pouring cold sweats—agony visible.
Swift Little Rascal leapt up like a mythical Pi-Xiu taloned spirit; fingers gliding over glyph etched snow beadlike beast-teeth on his wristband—glows brightening.
“Xiuxiu…’’
With shimmering glow upon glyph awakening beads flew into dazzling lights—their ancient intricate markings flared; bead after bead separated and flew like arrows in a blight-laden rainstorm—exhilaration of radiant white destruction unfathomed until too late upon their victims. Teeth struck bone—bodies pierced, shattering within. Crueled blood bloomed outward—many lost lives—broken remains left unable to withstand the onslaught unleashed from the relic.
“Save your kin!!” Bei Li Qing screamed, heart gripped tight in terror. If this persisted—his clan would be obliterated utterly.
“Retreat! Retreat, Now!”
That sacred artifact in the hand Little Rascal rendered the potency and prowess he controlled immeasurable over Bei Feng who wielded but fractionally before him! Knowledge of glyph manipulation unlocked powers in the relic beyond comprehension. Panic spread within the ranks of Bei warriors without even word from their chieftains—they dispersed in blind panic—flight from imminent deaths—the ancestral spirit’s nonappearance becoming undeniable.
“Curtail your pursuit, Xiao Bodian, lest disaster befall you!” Elder Shi Yun Feng cautioned.
“Ya,” Xiao Bodian shook his head with a bemused air, surprised that yet again forty-two teeth had returned in brilliant orbit wrapping about his wrist once more.
“Best that we depart at haste! For the ancestral spirits of our foes harbor innate suspicion through nature; speaking of their extermination might well invoke hesitations in such entities preventing their emergence,” Yun Feng murmured cautiously as a feint, yet ironically bearing a curious effectiveness, earning sighs of resigned acceptance from companions.
The whole contingent of a hundred odd warriors sprang into ordered action—they hefted the gravely wounded azure eagle—those severely battered were assisted; bearing back the dying within their numbers as swift as possible—an able survivalist breed born rugged through wildlands.
With Shi Lin Hu leading forward their procession—a secondary group followed under Fei Jiao’s leadership—shouldering along the precious relics recovered; divine fang, demon ape limb, gleaming trophies carried cautiously under tight watchful guards—all exhilarated despite their grave tension.
Bushes snared their path through old groves—where tall ancient timber ruled. Although the entire body sprinted fast—the terrain bore them back.
“Wuwuuu…” Resonant echoes stirred—rising left/right—circled all perimeters closing in. Approaching distance nearing stone village—edges in sight—yet from darkness—pair after glowing green eye arose—an eerie flame-like glow amidst foliage.
“Merciful gods, these wolves are colossal!”
A surrounding entrapment unfolded. Towering black-furred white-bellied leviathans now emerged—each sized like buildings with gaping jaws; tusks measuring half a span white gleamed beside blood-red tongues—a terror in full flesh. Not just one two—but perhaps forty–fifty altogether! Encircled by beasts bearing a presence a thousand fold fiercer compared against Bei clans.
“Accursed! Indeed our ancestral foe remains deceptiveness incarnate—for calling to it packs of these mutated titantic beasts!!” These weren’t mere giants—matching scale with elephants—seldom sighted save one—four to fitty in number spelt doom unparalleled across their path.
From shadows their emerald pupils gleaming with a deathly chill—the killing tally behind eyes unknown; their very aura dripping with ominous malice—mounting with each heartbeat.
“Auuuuoooouu!!!” One great predator lunged at roar piercing all silence—a thunderous shriek echoing like death knell—the cry left Shi village’s rear guard to shrieking cries as one strangled cry broke out; half a man’s body spilled gore as claw ripped from arm clear across shoulder—a grievous blow dealt.
‘Pun!” At this moment Lin Hu thrust a metal spear—impaling the leviathan hide—wounding the great brute and stopping the bloodbath, pulling the unfortunate comrade away from death.
Of elephant-sized creatures—even two could bear heavy fight upon—but with entire multitudes bearing down—nearly four-dozen all at once! Over one hundred warriors stood utterly no chance of haltering.
“Auuuuoooouu!!!” A second mighty bellow reverberated throughout woodlands—wood leaves shaking like rainfall under its raw fury.
“Wuaaah!!!” Further screams—simultaneos assault, dual vectors. Massive paws raked forward—flattining trees like wheat stalk as defense lines strained—all while two villagers received fatal eviscrations as entrails spilled.
“Bleed no more, quick! Attend wounds!!” Fei Jiao roared.
Shadowy groves shrouded the beastly pack in their darkness—dominating strength yet still relying on stealth. Tenebrous strategies favored—stealthy assaults launched.
Suddenly a dozen launched coordinated darkness upon Shi ranks.
Chi! Little Rascal surged! Glyph energies surged upon his waving forearm, while the forty-bead bracelet’s brilliant glow coalesced—turning into spearing daggers and blinding arrowheads as they whizzed forth like lightning.
“Pu!””Pu!” Eyes burst blood-filled—their foreheads pierced as the very first giants writhed in pain, gurgling crimson from their skulls as they thrash against earth helplessly under death’s thrall!
Mighty as these hulking creatures were—felled easily beneath relic might if landed—beasts as large and fierce as theirs stood absolutely helpless.
“You fiendish curs—you better retreat now!” Little Rascal commanded as he flung two Silver Crescent moons outward—they flew, cleaving into a brace of beasts’ mid-torso splitting cleanly from brow to loins—an even split across both corpses as viscera spilled in gushing tides leaving naught in their demise but silence.
Crew of surviving beasts turned wary, none bold enough attempting further rushes.
“Shall circumstances require, use now one ancestral device, keep one concealed—the moment that ancestral menace surfaces, strike unseen! Leave them unknowing,” whispered Shi Yun Feng with quiet urgency.
Baleful green eyes lined every direction, giant beasts surrounding—expelled vaporous breaths rising through night sky—rows of gleaming fangs jut in gaping maw, exuding pure menace so deeply it stole warmth from the soul.
“You are doomed—all destined for annihilation tonight!” BeiLi Qing once appeared—dark eyes like poison snakes—seated atop pale silvery beast beneath his perch.
The returned Bei warriors climbed swiftly on beast backs—bows tugging ready—hatred burned through cold stares—fixing upon the opposing group with unrelenting malice in their souls.
Shi rank warriors drew breath sharply as the alliance between beast and men unfolded into horrifyingly terrifying forces none expected—surpassing all expectations far too potent to be possessed by any ordinary village.
“Our ancestral guardian finally near—the day you all die,” roared Bei Village’s Chief Hunter Bie Sun exalted, pride unrestrained within booming baritone. “You call this spirit only an old beast? Probably toothless, maybe wobbles with steps, frail with decayed joints—who fears such a weak spirit,” spat Yun Feng’s mocking laughter as he intentionally insult the sacred.
Bei clan’s ancestral totem: Bie the ancient canine beast from whom their bloodline earned its surname echoed throughout lineage’s history.
Massive packs thundered forth howl after wail, intensifying the aura of dread.
“Not one left alive!” Bei-Lee-Qing snarled darkly.
“Or else dare you forget great wilderness law; if villages retaliate all tribes rise united?” Shi retorted coolly.
“Once you perish, we seize your widowed mothers and orphaned children, declare both villages merged—Our Spirit ascending in might? Who dares protest further!!”
Bie Village Chief’s voice cold with sinister triumph.
Tentative wolf strikes—dagger taloned paws slicing through space—defensive lines reinforced while Little Rascal launched successive killing blows claiming the next eight massive beasts as corpses litter the land, saturating terrain further beneath red-stained shadows.
For one whole cycle no ancestral apparition emerged—as relentless wolves persisted attacks; bows and arrows flying unceasingly.
Fresh blood was spilling now—Stone villagers torn by talons as big as baskets—their bodies laid split apart, their lives wrenched abruptly.
“Its classic Bie suspicious ways; hold us at this peril forevermore no longer,” Shi Yun Feng’s tone now firm.
“We must return home soon; delaying only aids our ruin—the mind twisting of that cunning beast bears unknown intentions. Only reaching Stone Village’s gates brings respite—sacred Willow Tree shielding us within.”
With Azure scaled guardian in care, central amongst protect guards—the creature would soon serve great future vengeance potentially matching ancestral foes’ sacred totems alike.
The entire unit prepared a swift breakout, as Stone-Lin-Hu grasping sacred ancestral bones prepared invocation; the most vital ancestral relic bearing unmatched power.
Unexpectedly—the rustling deep forests roared as beasts charged. A cacophony of beastly calls deafening, approaching in uncontained fury.
BEASTSWARM!! Oh no! The old Bie went deep and summoned these legions to stampede upon us—brutally clever in execution.
“Auwwwuuuu…” Wailing cries echoed atop a massive herd—an odd creature unfurled its wings gliding low overhead above surging chaos—its body merely over two meters, yet golden-hazel fur glowing vibrantly, yet its face—aged skin covered by folds—an extraordinary rarity indeed, a lone aged Bie birth from countless packs—almost extinct rarity of kind itself.
Front legs remained too weak for walking; reliant often to cling onto great wolves back riding them. Yet blessed from its bloodline flowed pair of magnificent wings—a soaring salvation in times perilous.
Ancient Bie soared with palpable might—shimmered primal glyph patterns flashing faintly across form—a formidable ancient demonic presence exuded in raw essence.
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