World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 1299 - 573: Tribal expansion! Kill Ali’s daughter!

Chapter 1299: 573: Tribal expansion! Kill Ali’s daughter!

Some things, though they don’t have wings, fly faster than gryphons, and that’s news!

On this land of nearly one hundred thousand square kilometers, almost every tribe and exile is paying attention to this great battle.

There are even some daring ones hiding not far from the battlefield, on the nearby mountains, watching the entire fight.

Gantuo is one of them!

This year, he is almost sixty years old, hailing from a Close-Human Tribe in the Northern Barbaric Lands, a tribe that was also wiped out by the Motuo Empire. Escaping from the sea to the Southern Barbaric Lands, he later heard that the Southeast Rakshasa Territory was more inclusive, so he led his tribesmen on a long trek to this place.

He has led his tribe in exile for over three years.

In these three years, he has personally witnessed the deaths of his wife, son, and grandson. The number of people in his group dwindled from hundreds to dozens, then back to hundreds, and now they are down to just over fifty.

In these three years of exile, he has tasted all the sufferings of the world, with hunger being the least of them.

The entire land of the Southern Barbaric Lands is spoken for, and any hunting brings the threat of death, with patrol knights from nearby tribes potentially intercepting them.

If encountered, it means at least a heap of people will die.

So, to survive, they must head deep into the mountains. However, the wild beasts in the deep mountains are extremely dangerous, and death is commonplace.

No house to live in, no bed to sleep in, nothing to eat, death is a constant companion.

Trying to seek refuge with a tribe resulted in rejection, as the entire Southern Barbaric Lands is incredibly exclusionary. The entire Southeastern Region is full of repulsion for all non-Rakshasa tribes. If they are native Barbarian Tribes, they might be taken as slaves. For the Close-Human Tribe, it’s basically a dead end.

Gantuo wanted to lead his group to the Chimera Tribe for the Heavenly Eye Judgment, but the likelihood was so low, meaning that nine out of ten people in the group would have to die.

So many times, they hit a dead end, so many times their bodies and minds were exhausted.

Gantuo has countless times told himself that if only the group could find a tribe to settle in, he would pay any price, any price!

These three years felt like living in hell; if not for the responsibility he bears, he would indeed want to end his life with a sword to avoid this endless suffering.

His experiences were similar to that of Suo Mo, though older than Suo Mo; in terms of team size and martial skills, he was considered a small-scale Suo Mo.

After the news spread that Lanling led the Foreign Tribe Army to rebel and broke out of the Chimera Tribe, entering the Ghost Realm World to establish their own tribe.

Gantuo was extremely excited, immediately abandoning everything and leading his team on a trek of hundreds of miles to the dense mountains and forests not far from the Ghost Realm World.

However, when they reached the outskirts of the Ghost Realm World, Constantine’s thirty-thousand Allied Army had already completely besieged Lanling’s Flame Demon Tribe.

If Gantuo were alone, he would undoubtedly enter the Ghost Realm World without hesitation and fight alongside the Flame Demon Tribe.

Because he was truly fed up, in the past three years his group had been pursued by the Rakshasa Tribe numerous times, suffering countless casualties, harboring deep animosity.

Lanling’s rebellion to establish his own tribe achieved what Gantuo wanted but dared not do. Just for this, Lanling was already worthy of Gantuo’s admiration.

But with over fifty people still by his side, Gantuo’s group, feeling despair yet unwilling to part with hope, stayed hidden in the nearby dense mountains and forests, watching the entire battlefield.

Yes, it was despair and unwillingness.

Despair, because they believed Lanling was certain to lose, certain to die, and the Flame Demon Tribe was certain to be destroyed, of course, they didn’t yet know the name of the tribe.

Unwillingness, because they truly didn’t want to abandon hope. Lanling’s rebellion to establish a tribe was indeed like a lighthouse for exiles, the only tribe that might accept them.

When the battle began, the group of dozens, none went hunting or gathering, all watched the entire battlefield with empty stomachs.

Even though they were very far away, seeing nothing.

However, Gantuo could see, after all, his cultivation level was high, a top-level Demon Warrior, possessing a strong spiritual power.

The whole battlefield first made him tremble with fear.

When 3,500 people first attacked the Flame Demon Tribe, his heart was uplifted.

Then when he saw Lanling’s chain arrows pouring like rain, hitting every shot, the shock in his heart was beyond words.

Yet, this was only the beginning.

Next, Lanling charged alone towards Constantine’s thousands of troops, a single person killing twenty Gryphon Warriors in seconds, finally urinating over Constantine’s head.

All of this made Gantuo’s blood boil.

In his youth, he was a man of extreme righteousness and integrity, unyielding, with hot blood flowing through him. Even when older, he remained upright but his blood had gone cold.

However, seeing Lanling on the battlefield, he felt his blood boil once again.

If it weren’t for the dozens of people, especially his grandson, needing his protection, he would have rushed out, either towards Constantine’s army or to fight alongside the Flame Demon Tribe.

Additionally, they finally heard the name of Lanling’s tribe.

Flame Demon Tribe...

Hearing this name, there was no need to ask anything, no need to say anything.

Everyone’s heart began to tremble, their bodies feeling warmth.

Earlier in the Northern Barbaric Lands, it didn’t seem significant, the Flame Demon Empire was merely a legend. However, when they lost their home, lost their territory, the Flame Demon Empire was mentioned countless times.