Walking in the cycle of reincarnation

Chapter 61 Blood Training

More than a hundred people all turned their gazes toward the distant mountains.

Several people with exceptional eyesight suddenly narrowed their pupils, pointed directly at the mountain beam, and exclaimed:

"White Wolf! It's White Wolf—!"

Amidst the wind and snow, Zhang Nanfeng lowered his eyes, gazing at the slender figure in the snow.

Her little face was still streaked with tears, but her eyes shone brightly.

That was the burning glimmer of hope that someone trapped in dire straits was clinging to.

Seeing this, the heavy weight that had been hanging over Zhang Nanfeng's heart for so long was finally lifted a little.

He immediately turned his head and looked down at the dark mass of livestock below the mountain. The satisfaction in his wolf eyes had completely turned into murderous intent.

The centaur leader remained motionless, but his heart suddenly tightened.

The legend of the white wolf has been passed down for thousands of years on the northern plains.

People say it is the eyes and ears of the Eternal Heaven, or a sign of the rise and fall of tribes. The opinions vary, but without exception, they are all auspicious omens. No one has ever said that the white wolf can decapitate people from a distance.

"It's not a wolf..."

The centaur leader stared at the wolf shadow, his face twitching, a more chilling speculation rising in his mind.

"This must be some old monster disguised as a white wolf, using the beast's body to deceive people!"

Upon thinking of this, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

The soldiers at the front lines panicked and, without waiting for orders, drew their bows and arrows, firing wildly at the distant mountains.

The arrow pierced the air, but lost its momentum halfway through its journey and fell erratically.

"Stop it, all of you!"

The centaur leader roared, silencing the commotion in the army.

He took a deep breath, cupped his hands towards the mountain peak, and shouted, his voice booming:

"We are here on orders from the Red Tent of the Tuotuo tribe to pursue and annihilate the remnants of the Wanyan tribe. Do you intend to become our enemy and disrupt the entire shamanistic order of the Northern Plains?!"

His voice was deep and resonant, carrying far through the wind and snow.

However, the white figure remained motionless and never glanced at them.

Zhang Nanfeng lowered his head and looked deeply at Wanyan Yue one last time.

The girl was retreating step by step towards Zheng's corpse.

Seeing that she was indeed unharmed, Zhang Nanfeng withdrew his gaze and focused his mind on the Blood Palace.

Within the Blood Palace, a blood-red bead the size of a pigeon's egg slowly rotates, its three colors of energy blending together within.

This pearl was forged by him using the essence of wind as its bone, the transformation of boiling blood into muscle, the solidification of light to forge the soul, the unification of the three elements, and the tempering of the Blood Palace.

Let's see how much power you have.

With a thought, blood beads rose up, traveled up his spine, and slowly spread across his back.

In an instant, a blood-red curtain about three feet wide opened, billowing without wind, like a cloak woven from blood, making the snow-white figure appear even more eerie.

The people living at the foot of the mountain had never seen anything so bizarre.

A blood-red cloak suddenly appeared, and the formation instantly erupted in chaos. Several cowards, their legs went weak with fear, and they scrambled to their deaths and fled.

Zhang Nanfeng's back trembled slightly, and his blood-red cloak suddenly detached from his body, folded in mid-air, and transformed into a dragon-like blood ribbon that pierced the sky and descended.

A scarlet shadow trailed out in the wind and snow, its shrill cries echoing as it charged straight into the ranks of the sacrificial soldiers.

The centaur leader was terrified at the sight. He had just revealed the forces behind him, yet the other side showed no restraint.

"Loose the arrows! Shoot!"

He roared and snatched a giant bow from the pigman beside him. His arms bulged with muscles as he drew the bowstring taut, and a heavy iron-feathered arrow shot through the air, heading straight for the blood-red ribbon.

When the arrows touched the blood-red ribbon, it was like ants trying to shake a mountain; in no time, they were shredded into iron filings and scattered.

The blood-red streak continued its momentum, charging into the formation and entangling the waists of several fleeing fox-people.

The group felt a tightness around their waists and looked down to see a scarlet thing wrapped around them like a live python. No matter how hard they struggled, they couldn't move.

Several pig-men roared and swung their knives to come to the rescue, but the blades, instead of striking the bloody pool, seemed to be cutting into a thick pool of blood, too soft and yielding no support.

Before the blade could be retracted, ripples appeared on the surface of the blood-red ribbon, and strands of blood transformed into tentacles that climbed along the blade, instantly binding and killing everyone's wrists.

"What is this...?"

The pig-man's words came to an abrupt halt.

Blood threads pierced the pulse points, frantically drawing blood. The body's essence and blood flowed backward along the threads, gushing into the blood essence.

In just a few breaths, the burly body had withered, the skin clinging to the bone, the eye sockets sunken, turning into several horrifying dried corpses, which fell straight down.

After drinking its fill of blood, the blood streak not only did not dissipate, but instead swelled slightly and extended for several more feet.

Zhang Nanfeng and Xue Lian were of one mind, and he was also surprised at this moment.

He originally thought that each time the "Three Elements Blood Refining" was used, it would require the three elements of supernatural power as fuel, and would stop once the fuel was used up. Who would have thought that it could absorb blood and replenish itself by using the enemy's blood and energy to make up for its own losses.

After a moment's thought, he suddenly understood.

The essence of the Great Blood Creation Technique lies in the four words "using blood as a medium".

One thought leads to understanding, and a hundred thoughts lead to enlightenment.

Zhang Nanfeng once again activated the long, flowing blood ribbon, which, like a dragon entering the sea, darted and wreaked havoc through the enemy ranks.

In an instant, the snowfield transformed into a battlefield of carnage.

Wherever the blood runs, there lies the killing intent.

A human being was hung upside down with his ankles bound, and blood streams ran up his legs, entered his mouth and nose, and were sucked dry from the inside out.

Others tried to tear the blood ribbon with brute force, but as soon as their hands touched the scarlet, their fingers were stuck, and blood gushed out wildly along the veins in their arms.

Several people formed a battle formation to resist, but the blood streak split in mid-air, piercing into the backs of the group and stringing their bodies together, suspending them in mid-air and swaying in the wind.

Blood surged into the sky, staining half of the snow curtain red.

The centaur leader, witnessing this scene of hell on earth, was utterly terrified.

He thought this mission was just to capture a woman from the Eastern Continent, but who would have thought he would encounter such a strange and bizarre technique?

That blood essence is something that no mortal means can withstand!

"Retreat! All of you, retreat!"

He roared, turned around first, and ran like a madman towards the camp.

Zhang Nanfeng sneered inwardly, urging the Blood Serpent to circle in the air, bypassing the chaotic crowd, and chasing straight after him.

The centaur leader glanced back hastily and saw the scarlet, bone-deep carbuncle, arcing through the wind and snow, instantly reaching within a few feet of his back.

There is no escape.

He gritted his teeth, turned around, drew his sword, poured all his strength into his arm, and unleashed a barrage of sword energy that even severed the flying snow.

However, when the blade's energy collided with the blood-red ribbon, it was like a mud ox entering the sea; without even a ripple, it was swallowed up by the crimson.

The blood-red thread wrapped around his right wrist, and a hot, sticky sensation came from his wrist, causing the blood and qi in his arm to surge outward uncontrollably.

"Hooray—!"

The centaur leader was ruthless; without hesitation, he swung his sword with his left hand, severing his entire right arm cleanly at the elbow.

The severed arm, spewing blood mist, fell to the ground, only to be enveloped by the blood-red ribbon before it hit the ground, where it was sucked into a withered beast limb.

His face was ashen, his body seemed about to collapse, and his one arm was tightly pressing down on his broken elbow, which was bleeding profusely. His eyes were filled with resentment and venom.

After absorbing the severed arm, the blood-red ribbon paused in mid-air, then changed direction and swam towards him again.

With no escape from their predicament, the centaur leader felt a chill in his heart.

In his panicked glances around, he suddenly saw a thin figure half-kneeling and half-crawling, trying to drag Zheng's body away from the battlefield.

Wanyan Yue.

He endured the excruciating pain and rushed forward without regard for anything else.