Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 2786: Chapter 115: Pawn_2

Even the Heavy Soldiers of Bone cannot exert pressure on him.

This is within the Third-Grade State Boundary, where Golden Core Power is unrestricted. Therefore, despite the Heavy Soldiers of Bone having strength comparable to ”Golden Core,” in a short time, they are still not a match for the Late Golden Core Stage General, Sishen.

Though Sishen has the upper hand, he is blocked by Heavy Armor and cannot kill anyone.

If he cannot kill, he cannot eat.

Sishen was on the brink of rage when he suddenly swung a punch, Blood Qi like a whip, repelling Chi Feng.

He then took a shot from Dan Zhu to his back, only breaking a little skin. Yet, in this interval, Sishen roared furiously, and his figure suddenly vanished again.

Almost at the moment Sishen disappeared, Mo Hua turned his head towards the Shugubu side, reminding them:

”Be careful!”

The Shugu Barbarian Soldiers had no time to react before the gigantic figure of Sishen suddenly descended behind them.

A foul wind arose as Sishen’s hands were like two iron clamps, directly snapping the necks of two barbarian soldiers, then proceeding to tear up and consume them.

Shugubu’s morale was thrown into chaos.

Mo Hua also realized that each time Sishen ate someone, as the flesh entered his mouth, swallowed into his belly, it transformed instantly into a ”nourishment,” replenishing his meridians and ”fueling” his continued slaughter.

Sishen is too powerful; letting him eat like this is disastrous.

Mo Hua immediately looked at Lugu and said:

”Lugu, stop your brother, don’t let him eat anyone else!”

Chi Feng also said: ”Sishen is Late Golden Core Stage, if you don’t act, no one can face him.”

Lugu’s face was cold, ”Are you ordering me? Wanting me to fight my sibling?”

Chi Feng yelled angrily, ”At this time?”

Mo Hua looked at Lugu, face cold, and said:

”Do you want your personal followers all dead at Sishen’s hands? Do you want your tribe to become your brother’s food?”

Before Mo Hua finished speaking, several Shugu Barbarian Soldiers were again killed by Sishen, torn, chewed, and swallowed.

Lugu’s face was extremely grim.

He didn’t want to be enemy to his brother, but given the situation, every moment he delayed meant more deaths in the Shugubu tribe.

If too many died, he as the general would become nominal.

Lugu took a deep breath and then, biting his teeth, drew a massive Demon Bone Cutting Knife from behind his Spine Bone, resembling the spine of a Monster Beast.

This was Lugu’s Magic Treasure, a genuine barbarian tribe artifact made from Demon Bone, nurtured within the body.

Lugu wielded the Demon Bone Cutting Knife, its blade gleaming white light, chopping towards Sishen.

Sishen sensed danger, discarded the half-eaten head of the Shugu barbarian soldier, and his arms surfaced menacing White Bone, like arm armor, engaging with Lugu.

The two strongest Late Golden Core Stage brothers of Shugubu, who grew up together, thus entered a deadly struggle.

Initially, Lugu didn’t unleash his full power; he didn’t want his killing vengeance directed at his own brother.

But as he engaged with Sishen, that familiar oppression engulfed him, and Lugu had no choice but to go all out against his brother.

Otherwise, the one to die would be himself.

Within the entire field, only Lugu could face Sishen’s aggression head-on.

Mo Hua took advantage of the moment, quickly directing: ”Lord Chi Feng, join with General Lugu to suppress Sishen.”

”The remaining Golden Core guard the perimeter, alternate attacks but each one may only strike three times.”

”Exhaust every effort in these three strikes, then retreat immediately, whatever happens, avoid prolonged combat.”

”Heavy Soldiers of Bone form a blockade fifty feet away, hold position without attacking, trap Sishen.”

”The rest of the barbarian soldiers retreat one hundred feet, ensure not to be killed and eaten by Sishen. Not being consumed is already a big help.”

”Young Master Dan Zhu, deal with the remaining Sishen members...”

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Mo Hua’s commands were issued one by one.

The battlefield situation quickly became much clearer.

Dan Zhu led his men to eliminate other zombie-like ”remnants” of the Sishen tribe.

Thankfully, within the Sishen Tribe, famine wreaked havoc, leading to mutual cannibalism, most tribesmen perishing from the disaster, few surviving.

Only the strongest Sishen remained among the Golden Core, as others had disappeared.

Thus, as long as Sishen could be suppressed, the situation could be controlled.

The suppression of Sishen went smoothly.

Though strong, Sishen lacked ”brains,” relying solely on instinct to slaughter.

With Lugu resisting him directly, coupled with other Golden Core executing three-move ”wheel battle” in their strongest forms, Sishen was continually worn down, gradually ”devoured.”

Unable to consume, he couldn’t replenish Blood Qi. Every depletion lowered his strength a degree and slowed his movements.

Gradually, Sishen fell to a disadvantage.

But even so, a starved camel is still bigger than a horse, and Sishen, without flesh supply, still had extremely fierce Blood Qi.

Increasingly cautious, everyone dared not be complacent.

Finally, after cautiously exhausting for a full two hours, Sishen’s flesh power finally depleted, and his remaining vitality began to extinguish.

Another hundred rounds passed like this, and suddenly, all Sishen’s movements ceased.

He stood motionless as if being wound off like a puppet, with no breath remaining.

Seeing this scene, everyone gradually lowered their Magic Treasure weapons, breathing a sigh of relief.

Only Lugu’s expression remained grave and sorrowful.

He wanted to approach to see if his brother was really dead.

To see what exactly happened to his brother’s body.

But before he could approach, Mo Hua stopped him: ”Don’t go over, he still has breath, he’s feigning death.”