Chapter 1612 - Attack on the Camp

The plan reached ninety percent completion in ten days, leaving only one final piece to complete the puzzle, and that was the Santi Tribe's assault on the camp.

Disciples of the Immortal Slaughter Palace kept watch throughout the surrounding mountain range. The instant the Santi Tribe launched its attack, those disciples would blow their flutes and warn the camp to raise its defenses.

Night fell, and the entire camp settled to rest. Even though Liu Wuxie had converted Tian Can into his devotee, his intelligence remained completely intact. With the influence of a quasi-immortal to back Liu Wuxie, he swiftly struck an agreement with the Santi Tribe.

With him and the Santi Tribe's chieftain present, they could easily deal with the quasi-immortal stationed in the camp, leaving the remaining experts to Liu Wuxie. As for the Immortal Slaughter Palace's experts, cutting off the teleportation array would keep them from reaching this planet, and even a quasi-immortal would still need at least an hour to arrive at top speed.

That much time was enough for Liu Wuxie's plan to work. The battle inside the camp would already be over, and they had scheduled the assault for tonight.

Tian Can would handle the patrolling disciples. Once the scouts vanished, the Santi Tribe could advance without detection, and they had already slipped within ten thousand meters of the campsite.

Liu Wuxie sat inside his room, yet the Ghost Pupil never paused for even a breath. His gaze tracked the teams deep underground, and a faint aura suddenly traced backward along the Ghost Pupil and brushed against Liu Wuxie's soul sea.

"This is an immortal's aura!" Liu Wuxie immediately sat upright, excitement flashing across his face.

"The Heretic God's remains should be underground!" He finally managed to lock onto the location of the Heretic God's remains.

Though the Heretic God might've failed in his breakthrough to the Immortal Realm, his body still contained an enormous number of immortal runes, and those runes far surpassed anything an ordinary quasi-immortal could produce.

Once the camp fell, Liu Wuxie would have to fight with the Santi Tribe for the Heretic God's remains. He knew the Santi Tribe wouldn't let him take the treasure easily. So he needed an airtight plan.

His Ghost Pupil kept drilling deeper. Liu Wuxie had already comprehended the five elements, and he had also refined the Divine Galaxy Sand, which allowed him to pass through the earth with ease.

Even after he locked onto the Heretic God's remains, he still had only a rough target. At the moment, he couldn't pinpoint the precise location, and whoever found the exact spot first would seize the decisive advantage.

His gaze pushed past a hundred thousand feet, and the underground world revealed itself as a labyrinth. Caverns and molten magma sprawled everywhere in tangled pathways.

At last, Liu Wuxie's gaze fixed on a massive slab of rock. He knew that the rock was sealing the Heretic God's remains inside it.

At that very moment, Tian Can's voice echoed in Liu Wuxie's ears, "Master, everything is ready. I have cleared out all the scouts. Should we launch our attack?"

He waited for Liu Wuxie's command.

"Attack!" Liu Wuxie checked the time and found it was deep into the night, when the camp's vigilance was at its weakest. Even the patrolling disciples had grown drowsy.

He immediately changed into night clothes, then slipped toward the teleportation array with a martial soul at the pinnacle of the Earth Immortal Realm in his hand. He only needed the right moment to blow up the teleportation array in a single strike.

The Giant Archaic Rats moved speedily and stealthily, which was precisely why the camp scattered patrols everywhere. That silence was also why the Santi Tribe's advance made no noise at all.

With a series of loud rumbles, the spiritual runes Liu Wuxie had planted inside the spiritual arrays detonated at once, and the explosions shattered the camp's spiritual arrays. The violent noise jolted every expert awake.

Just as the elder responsible for the spiritual array tried to crush a Communication Talisman to notify the sect, a cold ray sliced through his neck before he could make a sound, killing him on the spot.

A black hole opened and devoured the corpse. The martial soul also shot out like a meteor, slamming straight into the spiritual array.

"Great Spatial Mythical Art!" Liu Wuxie sealed the surroundings with everything he had, ensuring no news could leak out.

"Is the Santi Tribe attacking the camp again?"

The resting disciples and elders ran out of their residences and saw a vast number of Santi Tribe members charging into the camp.

The Santi Tribe had agreed so readily with Liu Wuxie because they wanted to drive out the Immortal Slaughter Palace and seize the Heretic God's remains.

Without Liu Wuxie's involvement, the Santi Tribe would never have gained entry. After the Immortal Slaughter Palace had killed the chieftain's son, the Santi Tribe and the Immortal Slaughter Palace had long since become mortal enemies.

"What's going on? Why did the spiritual arrays around the camp fail?" The elders who rushed out didn't feel urgency at first. The Santi Tribe had attacked the camp more than once over the years, and the spiritual arrays always blocked them.

Whenever the Santi Tribe's quasi-immortal acted, the camp's quasi-immortal answered, and the two sides maintained a steady balance. However, that balance was shattered tonight. Giant Archaic Rats stormed into the camp alongside the Santi Tribe.

The disciples took the first hit, and the Giant Archaic Rats bit them to death in an instant. The massive rats rushed forward, and the moment they saw the enormous skeleton inside the camp, frenzy overtook them.

Blood painted the camp's sky as torches and flames erupted everywhere, turning the night as bright as daylight.

"Notify the sect immediately!" An elder at the pinnacle of the Heaven Gaze Realm rushed out, desperate to alert the sect and call reinforcements. Only the palace lord could slaughter the Santi Tribe.

"Elder, the teleportation array is destroyed!"

The shockwave had flung back the elder before he could reach it, and the teleportation array had already shattered into pieces.

The Heaven Gaze Realm elders roared, "Who is it?! Who attacked the teleportation array!"

Without reinforcements from the sect, they could never stop the Santi Tribe's charge.

Liu Wuxie blended into the chaos and searched for the right opening.

Tian Can hid behind the Giant Archaic Rats, poised to strike at any moment.

The Santi Tribe's chieftain rode an enormous Giant Archaic Rat and appeared at the center of the camp.

A booming voice thundered from the depths of the camp, and the sound wave rolled outward as a gray figure rose into the sky.

"Santi Tribe, how dare you provoke our Immortal Slaughter Palace!"

The Immortal Slaughter Palace's quasi-immortal finally made his move.

"Chu Zhongtian, I'll avenge my son today!"

A few days ago, the Santi Tribe's chieftain had sent his son to lead troops, only for Chu Zhongtian to kill him. That single death had pushed the relationship between the Santi Tribe and the Immortal Slaughter Palace into even deeper hatred.

The chieftain struck the massive Giant Archaic Rat and rode his mount straight at Chu Zhongtian.

"All of you, hold the Santi Tribe back at all costs! We have to reduce casualties as much as possible! Retreat deeper into the camp and wait for reinforcements!" Chu Zhongtian had already contacted the palace lord, and he estimated the palace lord would arrive in fifteen minutes at most.

Towering iron walls stood deeper in the camp, and those walls could withstand the Giant Archaic Rats' charge. Holding them off for fifteen minutes wouldn't be difficult.

In the blink of an eye, the Santi Tribe's chieftain and Chu Zhongtian collided. Both were quasi-immortals, and their first exchange tore cracks through the surrounding mountain range and sent rocks flying.

The rock fields where Liu Wuxie patrolled had never been natural. Battles over the years had forged it into a ruin, leaving a ten-thousand-meter radius shattered beyond recognition. Every trace of vegetation had long since vanished, leaving only bare rocks behind.

The strikes of a quasi-immortal carried earth-shaking power, and the entire Serene Peace Star trembled under their clash.

Liu Wuxie stayed hidden in the crowd and watched the Giant Archaic Rats tear through disciples of the Immortal Slaughter Palace. The rats loved human flesh most of all, and they killed over a dozen disciples in an instant.

Several elders at the Heaven Gaze Realm rushed forward to intercept the Giant Archaic Rats, buying time for disciples and deacons to retreat deeper into the camp.

"Tian Can, now! Do your best to attack Chu Zhongtian," Liu Wuxie said.

If they could kill a quasi-immortal of the Immortal Slaughter Palace, they would deal a fatal blow. Even so, Liu Wuxie understood how difficult it was to kill a quasi-immortal unless one stood at Gong Gong's level.

Gong Gong had already reached infinitely close to the Immortal Realm, which made killing a quasi-immortal effortless for him. Gong Gong once possessed far higher cultivation, but had lost it after death.

Witcher energy had nourished him and awakened many of his abilities, including methods reserved for immortals alone.

Even if they couldn't kill Chu Zhongtian, they could still win, because the Santi Tribe's chieftain only needed to pin down Chu Zhongtian.

Tian Can stepped forward and appeared directly in front of Chu Zhongtian, catching him completely off guard.

"Who are you? Why are you attacking our Immortal Slaughter Palace?!" The Santi Tribe alone already strained the situation, and the sudden appearance of a human pushed it over the edge.

Aside from the Azure Thunder Sect, who would dare send a quasi-immortal to attack the Immortal Slaughter Palace? The Azure Thunder Sect and the Immortal Slaughter Palace had remained mortal enemies for countless years, and they hadn't launched a large-scale war involving quasi-immortals in a very long time.

"You're not qualified to know," Tian Can retorted.

Long before Chu Zhongtian rose to power, Tian Can had already made his name, but his curse had trapped him in Death Mountain. Now that he had gained his freedom, he poured every ounce of his frustration into attacking Chu Zhongtian.

The clash of three quasi-immortals leveled the camp in moments. Meanwhile, the elders at the Heaven Gaze Realm escorted disciples toward safety.

𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

A mysterious blade ray suddenly flashed, and several heads flew into the sky. The Heretic Blade claimed the lives of disciples and Earth Immortal Realm elders with a single strike.

Only those at the pinnacle of the Heaven Gaze Realm escaped that instant slaughter. Even then, Liu Wuxie refused to spare them. He had to kill everyone and destroy the camp as fast as possible.

"Liu Wuxie, you're Liu Wuxie!" No matter how Liu Wuxie disguised himself, the moment he fought, his aura exposed him. Meng An stood only at the sixth-level Origin Conversion Realm, and he could never kill those at the Earth Immortal Realm.

"It took you so long to realize it. Don't you think it's a little too late?" Liu Wuxie asked as murderous intent surged and thickened around him.

When Chu Zhongtian heard Liu Wuxie's name, he swept his gaze over and wanted nothing more than to tear him apart.

"Liu Wuxie, damn you! How dare you infiltrate all the way here!"

Chu Zhongtian immediately sent a message to the palace lord that Liu Wuxie was on the Serene Peace Star, and the lord instantly realized that Liu Wuxie was behind the whole chaos.

Chu Zhongtian abandoned Tian Can and the Santi Tribe's chieftain and pounced straight toward Liu Wuxie.

Strangely, the Santi Tribe's chieftain didn't even try to stop him.

The fighting had already wrecked most of the camp, and the Santi Tribe had already achieved its immediate goal. Since Liu Wuxie was far too dangerous, the Santi Tribe's chieftain decided to use Chu Zhongtian to kill him, ensuring the Heretic God's remains would fall firmly into his own hands.

"You want to kill me?" Liu Wuxie sneered as snake-scorpions began to flood in from the surrounding darkness, surging toward the camp in a living tide.