Chapter 1766

The night sky was illuminated by a bright moon, and the lively Tooth tribe had returned to quietness. Most people had entered into a deep sleep, while some were responsible for guarding the perimeter.

A group of people quietly lurked nearby, each wearing black hoods like ghosts.

They took a few glances around to confirm the situation before launching their assassination mission.

Black figures appeared in front of each guard, with their knives cutting through their necks. The guards died without making a sound. After taking care of these guards, the black figures quickly infiltrated the tents.

Looking at the sleeping people, the black figures showed no mercy. They used their knives to cut their throats, regardless of age or gender.

Blood continuously splattered, some of it even sprayed onto the tents, and the smell of blood filled the air. Some people noticed that something was wrong. The tribe had become too quiet, and there was a strong smell of blood. They rushed out of their tents.

What they saw were people wearing black hoods, their knives and sleeve swords covered in blood. The tents were silent and blood was flowing out of them. The result was self-evident.

Those people looked at the scene in fear, not understanding what had happened. They just wanted to shout, but the black figures quickly attacked them, killing them before they could even scream.

The ugly giant was awakened when someone infiltrated his tent. He punched the person and sent him flying before charging out with his axe.

When he saw what was happening, he was surprised and did not understand what was going on.

At this time, people wearing hoods surrounded him. About 80% of the tribe had already died, and the remaining 20% would not live for long. The others were killing them.

"Who are you guys?" The ugly giant shouted angrily at them.

A beautiful and charming woman walked out and said with a light laugh, "Who we are is none of your concern. You dared to kill our people, which angered our king. Now, we are here to annihilate your entire family."

The ugly giant immediately understood what she meant and his heart sank. These Disaster Sealers were from this powerful force.

However, this force was too terrifying. They had killed so many people without any resistance from their tribe. The fierce giant knew he was no match for them, so he immediately tried to escape to one side.

But in the end, he was caught by several people.

That ugly man didn't die so easily. He had his hands and feet spread out, and four thick iron nails penetrated his palms and ankles, nailing him to a pillar. The ugly man struggled in pain, cursing loudly at the people around him.

One person sneered, walked up and pinched his mouth, used pliers to pull out the ugly man's tongue, and cut it off directly with a small knife, causing blood to gush out.

The ugly man couldn't speak, and could only make incoherent sounds of pain. The person began to use a small knife to peel the skin off the ugly man's body, bit by bit, revealing the blood-red muscles underneath.

The person peeled off the skin of the ugly man slowly and methodically, until only a muscle-bound body remained. The ugly man continued to cry out in pain, but no one paid any attention to him. Eventually, he died.

The next day, someone passed by and saw the corpses scattered on the ground, including the body of the ugly man nailed to the pillar. They couldn't help but feel a sense of fear. Who could have done such a thing, and with such brutal methods, completely wiping out this tribe?

At the same time, a group of people with cold eyes, swords at their waists, and a sharp aura surrounding them appeared near a city called Echoing Periphery City. This city was quite strong, with a population of over 200,000 and about 40,000 soldiers.

The cold and gloomy youth among them was the young lord of this city. He was holding the Disaster Spear in his hand, studying it. He now understood why these people had such extraordinary strength: their bodies possessed the power of catastrophe.

Unfortunately, he didn't have much information. If he could learn the manufacturing method of this spear and how to obtain the power of catastrophe, it would be of great importance to them. Perhaps they could rise to power because of it.

Since natural disasters were happening everywhere, having the ability to solve them would make it easy for them to subdue forces and people, enhancing their reputation and continuously strengthening themselves.

But the person had already died, and they didn't know if they could catch anyone else to obtain useful information. If they caught another person, they couldn't let them die so easily.

An old man next to him, the former city lord, sighed, "I wonder what force these people are from. They feel very extraordinary. I hope we haven't offended any terrifying forces this time!"

The cold and confident young man with a slight smile said, "Dad! Don't worry, we are the strongest force here, and no one dares to do anything to us."

"I will show you how I can develop and expand Echoing Periphery City under my control. Although the possibility of founding a country is small, there is still a possibility of becoming a regional lord."

The old man forced a smile, but he was still worried. He had seen a lot in his life. Although his city was relatively strong here, it was nothing in front of those powerful forces.

Suddenly!

There were chaotic and miserable screams from outside, and a guard rushed in hastily and said in a panic, "Old master! A large number of swordsmen have come out of the city and are slaughtering our people."

Upon hearing this, the old man and the cold young man rushed out.

They saw swordsmen holding their swords, expressionless, and slaughtering people.

Some swordsmen directly broke into houses and killed the people inside with their swords. Screams echoed through the air. Then, everything fell silent again. The swordsmen walked out with blood-stained swords, their faces cold.

Some swordsmen chased and killed ordinary people on the road. The people were frightened and tried to escape, but the swordsmen followed them calmly and swung their swords to kill them, leaving a trail of sword light in their wake.

Some people knelt down and begged for mercy, but the swordsmen were so cold that they seemed to have no emotions. Even if you were pitiful or begged for mercy, it had no effect. You would still be killed with a sword, regardless of gender or age, without any mercy.