Chapter 1590: Chapter 106: Burial Ground (Fifth Update)

Izewende’s face gradually returned to normal, and his cracked mouth also reverted to its original state, he transformed back into that sinister look.

Looking down at the corpse on the ground, Izewende chuckled, "You got it right, how could I possibly be one of your kind? A native."

Stepping over the corpse, Izewende walked out of the hall with his hands behind his back.

Two samurai holding spears bowed simultaneously, "Young Clan Chief."

"Jie lie abandoned the clansmen and escaped back on his own; he has been executed. Go in and clean up the corpse, scrub the bloodstains clean for me; no coward’s blood is allowed in my hall."

Izewende, with an arrogant expression, glanced sideways and ordered coldly.

"Yes, Young Clan Chief."

The two guards hurried into the hall to tidy up.

Izewende tilted his head, squinting at the perpetually black night sky, a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and with this slight smile, he leisurely walked out.

As for what he just heard inside the tent about how many people died, even the Disguiser Edgewood died, he didn’t feel any anger or sadness in his heart, only contempt for these useless creatures.

The reason is simple, he is not Izewende...

But he is living comfortably under Izewende’s name and in his body.

And the real Red Stone Clan’s Young Clan Chief Izewende, that weak, tyrannical, and lecherous guy, was completely replaced by him two years ago.

The dignified Saint Luo High-purity Person, underwent a 100% complete parasitism of a weak native’s useless body, a period of humiliation that cannot be washed away.

However, this shell has a unique status in this perilous Barbaric Ascension Star.

This is his sole ambition.

"Someone from beyond the sky... my chance to escape this damned planet lies with you. So, can you run away? Hmph."

Izewende walked coldly towards his room, ignoring everyone who bowed and greeted him along the way.

These lowly natives are not too barbaric; at least they know basic respect.

"Contact the six elders, prepare to convene a meeting."

Just as he returned to the entrance of his room, Izewende turned and casually ordered a tall woman trembling with fear, pinching lightly on her delicate and smooth skin, revealing a trace of cunning.

The woman, terrified, quickly knelt on the ground, "Yes, Young Clan Chief."

"Hahaha, come over in the evening to serve me."

Izewende laughed heartily as he entered his bedroom.

His mood wasn’t even slightly unhappy.

The one who died wasn’t his dignified Saint Luo High-purity people’s clansman.

Coincidentally parasitized on this so-called Young Clan Chief, yet still able to enjoy imperial treatment.

Of course, his mood was great.

"By the way, notify the Elder Council of the Black Water Clan to attend the meeting."

The woman dressed in beast skin, with a curvaceous figure, had just cautiously raised her head to confirm whether Izewende had left when she heard these words, her body gave a shiver of fear.

She hurriedly responded yes.

Izewende is simply a nightmare in her heart.

He is also a nightmare for all the young women and wives in the Red Stone tribe!

After his personality drastically changed in the past two years, not only did he stop being foolish, but he’s become much more sinister and vicious.

She can only pray not to make mistakes and get caught by him.

Black Water Clan.

Yes, notify the Elder Council of the Black Water Clan.

This woman, with a sorrowful gaze, hurriedly walked out with her head lowered.

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Thud!

With a thud, just as Alva landed, the sound of a sharp blade piercing a body lightly came from ahead.

His face immediately turned sullen.

The "244" he just uttered turned dry.

Because a figure was slowly rising from the front, a clear voice came, "249."

Mu Fan stood up from the corpse of the Cloud Leopard cut in two, grinning, then lightly supplemented, "There are none left, perhaps you should go back and kill a few more?"

Pfft!

Uncontrollable laughter erupted behind him.

Alva turned with a stern face to look back, and several White Armor Clan warriors promptly put on serious expressions, indicating they definitely did not laugh.

"If I’m inferior, I’m inferior, I, Alva, can afford to lose!" Alva’s face showed a serious and generous look, but he only managed to hold it for a few seconds before he couldn’t resist adding, "Next time, we’ll find a place where we can really kill. What kind of lousy path is this? After killing over two hundred Star Beasts, there are none left."

Bloer from the Wind Clan pursed his lips, wanting to explain that the route chosen was approved by Alva.

This is the most convenient and quickest path to reach the depths of the Burial Ground.

But just as Bloer started to speak, two other big men from the White Armor Clan firmly held him down, one hastily covering his mouth.

The group vigorously shook their heads, eyes pleading, signaling Bloer not to speak.

Only when Bloer finally agreed to be quiet was he released.

The several big men from the White Armor Clan exchanged glances, a sigh of relief in their hearts.

Alva cares a lot about face, especially in front of his romantic rival, if he loses face... it’d be worse than death.

Seeing Alva’s strong side, Mu Fan couldn’t help but laugh, "Alright, next time we’ll continue. Are we there yet up ahead?"

Following Mu Fan’s gaze, skeletal remains towering five, ten stories high were everywhere.

This was clearly a White Bone Graveyard.

Just by looking at these massive bones, one could imagine how majestic those Star Beasts must have been when alive.

Alva stood on a piece of fractured rock, his nostrils flaring, "The smell here isn’t too intense, Star Beasts that have come recently should be few, let’s hurry, and try not to disturb those big guys."

In the Beast Tide, some King Beasts often come here when their life is running out for unknown reasons.

This time, with Alva leading the way in front, Mu Fan closely followed, the White-armored Warriors guarding Bloer from the Wind Clan at the rear.

This team began traversing the white bone corridor.

As the distance increased, Mu Fan’s originally strong beating heart started to ease, he even felt a cool sensation around him.

"Mu Fan, there’s some kind of special force field here."

Black’s voice quietly resonated in Mu Fan’s mind.

Mu Fan’s teeth clicked once, indicating his understanding.

Under the effect of that refreshing sensation, Mu Fan even felt his previously calm Ghost Energy becoming active in his heart.

This seems to be some kind of...

Life Force Field?

The group walked on broken bones, producing squeaky sounds.

"What’s the matter, feeling any changes in your body?" Alva’s voice suddenly came from ahead.

"Yes, a very comfortable aura," Mu Fan replied truthfully.

"We speculate that this might be some kind of natural healing site, but some Star Beasts are too severely injured to self-heal and end up dying here, over time forming a burial ground."

"Those beasts have sharper intuition than us."

"We’ve arrived."

Alva’s footsteps came to a halt.