Death... and me

Without further delay, the enemy warriors started to jump the walls. As mentioned before, there wasn't space for you to stand on top of it since they are palisades. It's just that the Tribe had used really thick trees to build them, so an Energy Gathering Realm cultivator would take just too long to break through it.

First of all, the three tribes alliance didn't think that it was necessary. However, as soon as they started to land, the ground under them caved into, and they fell. Under them, several metal stakes were placed. Rean didn't have enough time to make enough stakes to cover the entire length of the walls. However, Roan guessed that they would attack from those three points, and so they did.

But that wasn't the trick behind it. Considering that they are all at least in the Energy Gathering Realm, those warriors could still react fast enough. They could turn their bodies in a position where they would fall between the gaps of those metal stakes. Although not all of them would be able to do it, Roan was sure that the majority would. But they committed a mistake when they decided to do a night raid.

Outside the Varen Tribe wall, you could see the lit torches, which illuminated the outside. However, as soon as you landed on the inside, everything was pitch black! There wasn't a single torch or any other light source available. The warriors could still use their Spiritual Sense to feel the metal stakes under the ground. However, the Spiritual Sense of Energy Gathering Realm cultivators isn't anything impressive. It was far from being able to substitute the vision.

Soon, several screams could be heard coming from North, East, and West. In this little time, about 80 or so warriors were impaled. The Foundation Establishment leaders of each group grimaced. Their Spiritual Sense is a lot stronger than the Energy Gathering Realm ones. Thanks to that, they could see what was happening once they got close enough to the walls.

"There are Metal Stakes on the other side. Don't just fall close to the wall. After you jump over it, use the wall to push yourselves ahead to avoid the pit."

Everyone immediately followed the orders, and they were able to avoid being impaled by the metal stakes. Those who landed on the other side didn't advance straight away but waited for the others to gather close. Some of them brought the torches from outside the walls so that they could see what was in front of them.

The East, West, and North were different. The North was the main entrance of the Tribe, so the first houses available were a few tens of meters away from it. The area in between was basically empty space so that the merchants that came once per month could park their carriages where the goods would be moved.

Because of that, Roan used a different approach to it. The North Enemy group noticed that there were around 50 Varen Tribe Warriors in front. They were positioned in a formation with their weapons in hand. The Foundation Establishment enemy warrior finally landed on the other side as well and looked at those warriors in front. They were just 50 or so, while his forces had around 150 warriors. Although he lost a few for the stakes earlier, he didn't mind it.

He then spread his Spiritual Sense forward and noticed that the two men called Alanda and Juri were not present. Yasvil Kianme had told them how they look like, but those two were not present.

"Hehe! Seems like we won the lottery."

Both sides stared at each other and didn't move. Once enough enemy warriors gathered, their leader gave the order.

"Attack!"

The North enemies dashed forward in that dark environment illuminated only by the 10 or so torches that they got from outside. But they didn't care, they couldn't see well, but so did the Varen Tribe warriors. With their number and no Foundation Establishment to give support, those 50 or so Varen Tribe warriors would be wiped out very soon.

From behind the Varen Tribe Warriors, a childish voice came out as well.

"Attack!"

The Varen Tribe Warriors immediately dashed forward.

As for the voice, it was none other than Rean's. At the moment, his hands were closed against each other, as if he was holding something inside them. There were just a few tens of meters between both sides, so this distance was covered in a second.

Just as both sides were about to clash against each other, Rean smiled and jumped behind his Tribe Warrior members. The enemies couldn't see well, but there were sure that whoever jumped was quite small, just like a kid. Even the Foundation Establishment warrior was puzzled at that view.

Suddenly, Rean opened his hands behind the Varen Tribe Warriors at the very moment of the clash.

*Flash!*

The almost pitch black world suddenly brightened as if a Sun appeared out of nowhere! All the enemies warriors' eyes that had got used to the dark went blind! Even the Foundation Establishment Enemy warrior was no exception.

Obviously, that was Rean's Light Element Flash! He had used this trick in the past against the demon beasts, and Roan made sure to have it played again. Now that Rean is in the Foundation Establishment Realm, one can only imagine just how much Light Element he could use. Rean kept gathering Light Element ever since the warriors started to jump the walls, compressing it as much as possible. All for the sake of this single moment.

All of the enemies instinctively covered their eyes with their arms. As for the Varen Tribe Warriors, they did not lose this chance! The Varen Tribe warriors had their backs against the light, so it simply didn't affect them as much. Although it was bright, they could still see.

Every single one of them had Steel Weapons. All of them had been cultivating with a lot more Spiritual Stones in the past years. They had access to the Death Style Manuals too. One must remember that Roan's Death Style had only one objective, kill as fast as possible! Use every chance available to give a fatal blow!

What happened after was a massacre. In a second, the enemy warriors in the front were cut through like cabbages.

The Foundation Establishment warrior was the first to recover from his blindness and was enraged with what he saw. Over half of his subordinates were killed in that one clash, and the rampage didn't stop. But just as he was about to dash forward to kill all those Varen Tribe warriors, he heard a childish voice from behind.

"Shouldn't you pay more attention to yourself?."

Three black and white swords appeared in his vision in an instant. He was distracted by what was happening with his subordinates that he didn't notice this threat approaching with his Spiritual Sense. First of all, how did this kid even appear behind him? There was simply not enough time for someone to circle around their group and reach his back. Unfortunately, he would never know the answer.

The guy tried to raise his weapon to defend, but it was already too late.

'Death Style, Third Form, Three Claws of the Dragon!'

Swish, swish, swish!

Next thing he knew, his body was cut in three! The first Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator was dead!

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