Chapter 0792 Ghost Sheep Clan

Chapter 0792: Specter Goat Clan

Qin Yun could also sense the black mist surging from the gate, carrying a ferocious, bloodthirsty aura.

"Goddammit, is that lunatic Lan Suyao planning to drag my Sister Baozi and Water Imp inside?" Qin Yun cursed inwardly.

KABOOM!

Another loud noise erupted, but this time it didn’t come from the front gate—it originated from somewhere in the distance.

"Shit, there are four city gates here! All the major clans are attacking the gates!" the Tiger Rider Leader bellowed. "They deliberately avoided this side to prevent conflict with us!"

"Charge!"

The Tiger Rider Leader finally gave the order, leading his group of companions forward.

Qin Yun hurriedly tried to follow Lan Suyao but soon realized she was nearby.

"That crazy woman is hiding nearby, spectating!" Ling Yuner remarked.

"Fine, then I’ll watch too!" Qin Yun decided to stay put for now. If he exposed himself and got caught by Lan Suyao again, it would be troublesome.

Boom!

An earth-shattering blast erupted as the massive city gate suddenly shattered.

An overwhelming torrent of black mist, like a collapsing dam, gushed violently from the broken gate.

CRASH! BOOM! KABLAM!

A cacophony of terrifying noises followed.

Qin Yun finally saw the Death Riders—a horde of black-skinned beastmen, their upper bodies humanoid while their lower halves resembled beasts.

They rode skeletal warhorses, wielding black spears and various weapons, letting out bloodcurdling howls as they charged out.

Tens of thousands of Death Riders poured forth.

The Tiger Rider Leader and his group, numbering only a few dozen, seemed hopelessly outnumbered against such a force.

Yet, the Tiger Riders fought with fearless valor, shouting as they plunged into battle against the Death Riders.

Hiding atop a stone tower, Qin Yun watched as the buildings near the gate were obliterated by the rampaging Death Riders.

The area ahead was swallowed by black mist, but suddenly, bursts of holy golden radiance pierced through.

The Tiger Riders brandished their spears and lances, unleashing waves of golden radiance.

Their golden tigers, wreathed in shimmering light, blasted golden beams from their mouths, slaughtering the Death Riders.

"These Tiger Riders are truly formidable and courageous!" Qin Yun couldn’t help but admire them.

Despite being vastly outnumbered, the Tiger Riders fought relentlessly against the horde of Death Riders.

The moment the Death Riders emerged, they began destroying everything in their path.

The millions of people watching from afar dared not approach—some couldn’t even bear to watch and fled immediately.

After all, everyone feared death. And the Death Riders, sealed away for years, would undoubtedly seek prey the moment they broke free.

They're real people and the best food for the Death Riders.

The tower Qin Yun was in was also overwhelmed and collapsed by the Death Rider army. He stayed hidden, hovering low in the air, and went unnoticed by the Death Riders.

The Tiger Rider Leader was the strongest, taking out hundreds of Death Riders in a single attack.

One thrust of his spear sent golden energy blasting through multiple Death Riders. A sweeping motion of his spear sent out shockwaves that wiped out every Death Rider nearby.

"How strong are these guys, anyway?" Qin Yun frowned inwardly. "They seem to be only at the Martial King realm!"

"Indeed, they're only at the Martial King realm. That lunatic Su Yao is far stronger than them!" Ling Yuner remarked.

Qin Yun had initially thought these few dozen Tiger Riders wouldn't hold out, but now, the ground was littered with Death Rider corpses.

"These Death Riders were just putting on a show when they emerged. They're freaking weak!" Qin Yun landed on the ground, cautiously striking a Death Rider's body with a palm. He found their bodies surprisingly fragile.

"No wonder, they've been sealed away for so many years," Ling Yuner said.

Under the cover of the black mist, Qin Yun quietly killed a few beastly Death Riders but found nothing worthwhile—just useless crap.

As the black mist dissipated, the Tiger Riders formed up in front of the shattered gate, guarding it to prevent anyone from entering or leaving.

Lan Suyao, accompanied by Shui Tianzi and Zi Qingcheng, swiftly flew over.

"Not a chance you're getting in this way!" the Tiger Rider Leader roared.

"Fine, considering how hard you fought to kill so many Death Riders, I'll cut you some slack. The Forbidden Death City has four gates—the other three must have already been breached. What's the point of guarding this one?" With that taunt, Lan Suyao took off.

Qin Yun glanced at Zi Qingcheng and Shui Tianzi, debating whether to chase them down or ask the Tiger Rider Leader about the secrets of the Forbidden Death City.

It was obvious that Lan Suyao and a group of leaders from the Ancient Remnants all sought to break into the Forbidden Death City, even forming alliances with the Long Family and people from the Profound Domain.

Yet, these Tiger Riders were dead set on holding their line, preventing anyone from entering.

Just as Qin Yun was about to step forward, he spotted a group of red-robed figures streaking toward them from the distance.

These red-robed individuals had one glaring feature—a pair of curved ram horns on their heads.

Upon seeing them, Qin Yun immediately recognized them as a tribe, and one belonging to the beastmen.

This reminded him of his elder brother, the Beast Heavenly King, who had once left the Darkmoon Barren Lands with a group of people before disappearing off the face of the earth.

"You damned Gui Yang... With us here, don’t even think about entering!" the Tiger Rider Leader bellowed.

"Bighead Tiger, you guys were truly impressive just now, managing to wipe out those Death Riders!"

The leader of the Gui Yang tribe turned out to be a youth with a devilish charm. He landed on the ground, picked up a Death Rider’s arm, and began taking a bite.

"Gui Yangjun, if you know how strong we are, why don’t you just get lost!" Bighead Tiger raised his voice, unleashing a crushing pressure.

Gui Yangjun chewed on the Death Rider’s flesh as if savoring a delicacy, ignoring Bighead Tiger’s words.

After finishing his meal, Gui Yangjun called out, "Brothers, these Death Riders aren’t exactly gourmet, but they’re worth a try. Just don’t eat too much—I’d hate for you all to get cursed!"

Bighead Tiger and the other Tiger Riders watched in horror as the Gui Yang tribe feasted on the Death Riders’ remains.

Qin Yun thought, horrified, "What the hell are these creatures?"

Ling Yuner said, "Xiao Yun, these Ancient Remnants are clearly all connected to beasts!"

"So, Lan Suyao is also a monster? That damn seductress!" Qin Yun muttered under his breath.

Gui Yangjun chuckled and said, "Bighead Tiger, don't play dumb—you're trying to scare us off just to hide how spent your men are!"

The Tiger Knights had fought desperately to kill those death knights earlier, and now they were undoubtedly spent.

"Gui Yangjun, piss off!" Bighead Tiger roared.

"The other tribes still show you some respect, so they didn't choose to enter through this gate!"

A sinister grin spread across Gui Yangjun's devilishly handsome face. "But I'm different—I never give a damn about face! Besides, the other three gates have already been taken by stronger clans. If we enter through this one, it'll show off our strength as the Ghost Sheep Clan!"

Bighead Tiger growled, "If you want to pass through here, you'll have to walk over our dead bodies!"

Qin Yun's eyebrow arched—the Tiger Knights were about to clash with the Ghost Sheep Clan.

The mysterious Forbidden Death City had towering walls over a hundred meters high, an enormous expanse shrouded in black mist, with four city gates.

The eastern gate where they stood now was fiercely guarded by the Tiger Knights.

This mysterious wildlands was home to many ancient beastman tribes, all incredibly powerful. Their rush to get inside the Forbidden Death City suggested something inside was luring them to take the risk.

"Bighead Tiger, how about this? I'll give you a chance—three duels, two wins!" Gui Yangjun smirked. "If you win, we'll leave and enter through another gate!"

Qin Yun could tell that though the Tiger Knights weren't the strongest, other tribes still gave them face.

Even Lan Suyao had avoided fighting them.

"Deal!" Bighead Tiger quickly agreed.

The Ghost Sheep Clan had over a hundred warriors, each formidable in their own right.

If it came to a full-on battle, the Tiger Knights would surely suffer heavy losses.

Of course, the Ghost Sheep Clan might get half their men killed too.

Gui Yangjun's offer was to cut their losses. If they won, they could enter the Forbidden Death City with dignity.

"I'll go first!" Gui Yangjun gave a dark chuckle before gliding forward. "Who will you send?"

As the clan leader, Gui Yangjun was the strongest among the Ghost Sheep.

So, naturally, Bighead Tiger stepped forward for the Tiger Knights.

"Bighead Tiger, even if you win this round, you can't fight the next. Same goes for me—no repeat battles!" Gui Yangjun said, drawing a pair of black ringed weapons adorned with sheep horns, pulsing with dark energy.

Bighead Tiger wielded a long spear.

"Come on!" he roared, lunging recklessly.

A wicked smile curled on Gui Yangjun's beautiful yet demonic face as his body suddenly flickered, bursting into red mist. The two rings, blazing with eerie red light, streaked like bloody lightning, striking Bighead Tiger chaotically.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Bighead Tiger was hammered again and again, his hulking body splitting open from the blows.

"Brother!" one of the Tiger Knights bellowed in fury.

Before long, Bighead Tiger was knocked flat on his back.

"You lost!" A swirling red light gathered and transformed back into Gui Yangjun.

Bighead Tiger was helped back to his camp.

Gui Yangjun also retreated and then sent out a middle-aged man. The man’s ram horns were noticeably larger, giving off an intimidating aura.

"Bighead Tiger, who will you send out?" Gui Yangjun taunted with a triumphant grin.

Bighead Tiger was well aware of the strength of the Ghost Ram Clan. Despite being evenly matched, the Tiger Knights were not mounted on tigers, and now, drained, they stood little chance of winning.

"I’ll go!" Qin Yun suddenly stepped forward and declared.

Bighead Tiger and his men were stunned—their Tiger Knights were few in number, and all were already present. Moreover, they had no allies; no one ever helped them!

The Tiger Knights then saw a handsome youth in gray robes, with dark skin, slowly descending. He wore a confident smirk.

"Oh? A new face? I never expected the Tiger Knights to have a new recruit—now that’s a surprise!" Gui Yangjun chuckled mockingly.