[The sixth year of the advent of God], October 1st.

As the armies of the three tribes went deeper underground, the purple-skinned monsters' counterattack became more and more frenzied.

They travel tirelessly through numerous cave passages, constantly attacking the encirclement of surface warriors.

It was because of this crazy energy that he was not afraid of death that he managed to hold on for more than half a year!

However, no matter how many purple-skinned monsters there are, their number is ultimately limited.

Under circumstances where lethality, defense, and collaboration capabilities are not dominant, their space for activity continues to shrink.

On this day, the armies of the three tribes who split up and advanced finally met in the deepest cave underground!

They paid special attention to digging many ventilation holes along the way, so they didn't have to worry too much about breathing difficulties.

"Everyone, pay attention! The gods have warned that the underground king has the ability to disperse his body and escape.

Keep an eye on every gap and never let it slip from under our noses!"

The adults leading the team conveyed the instructions loudly, and all the soldiers expanded their formation to surround the entire cave and guard it attentively.

Several years of fierce fighting finally came to the last moment, and everyone held their breath.

After today, there will be peace in the world!

The leaders of the three clans, Nalan Huazi, Huyan Longzhuo and other senior officials gathered together, looking at the stone platform in the middle of the cave, and discussing countermeasures in low voices.

There is a round ball the size of a human head on the stone platform, which is blue-purple translucent gel-like.

"It matches the appearance of the Underground King mentioned by the Lord God, but why is it motionless?"

Zuo Qiuyue looked confused.

She had sent people to search all the nearby passages, but could not find any trace of the purple-skinned monster.

The underground king showed no reaction. Could it be that he had accepted his fate?

"Don't be careless."

Nalan Xiao's expression was solemn and he said solemnly: "A creature that can be noticed by the gods must have something extraordinary about it!"

As she said that, she looked at the old leader Huyan who was standing with his arms folded beside the rock wall, and asked: "Senior Wu, what do you think?"

During this journey, the old leader looked calm and silent most of the time.

After all, ordinary purple-skinned monsters pose no threat to him. Occasionally, when support is needed, it is his son Hu Yangui who takes the lead.

Since entering the cave, the old leader has remained as usual on the surface, but his eyes have always been staring at the slime on the stone platform!

Nalan Xiao noticed this keenly, so he asked for advice in a timely manner.

"That thing... is very strong."

The old leader's words made everyone around him suddenly nervous!

He is the most powerful person among gods. Could it be that that seemingly harmless blue-purple dumpling is really difficult to deal with?

"The unusually strong power of sky crystal is brewing in that thing's body.

But it seems to be injured, and its breath is not at its peak."

The old leader was a little unsure.

He pursed his lips at Huyan Longzhuo who was standing aside, and said, "Go and try, don't bring your subordinates with you, so as not to cause unnecessary casualties."

When Huyan Longzhuo heard this, the veins in his temples jumped!

Why not let him lead his subordinates? Wouldn't it be considered an "unnecessary casualty" if he died alone?

But the memory of the disastrous defeat in last year's martial arts competition was still in his mind. Huyan Longzhuo did not dare to disobey the old monster, so he responded and stepped forward with the eight-foot-long snake spear.

The three-year appointment with the gods has passed halfway.

In the past year or so, Huyan Longzhuo has experienced more bloody battles than in the previous ten years combined.

He thinks that his martial arts has improved a lot!

Coupled with the magic weapon in his hand, even if he can't defeat the underground king, at least he won't be killed instantly, right?

Crunch...crunch...crunch...

Everyone held their breath, and there was silence in the cave. Only the sound of Huyan Longzhuo walking on the soft ground could be heard.

Ten steps...twenty steps...thirty steps...

Getting closer and closer to the stone platform in the middle, the slime on it has been silent.

"call…"

Just when Huyan Longzhuo wanted to take a deep breath to relieve his tension, something happened suddenly!

call out!

A gel-like tentacle suddenly extended from the slime's body and swung it towards Huyan Longzhuo like a whip!

Snapped!!

He subconsciously raised his arms and used Zhangba Snake Spear to ward off the tentacles.

The force was so strong that it made Huyan Longzhuo's mouth numb!

At the same time, the entire cave floor began to rhythm irregularly, and thousands of gelatinous tentacles emerged!

"Don't panic! Form a defensive formation!"

Nalan Huazi wielded the Qinglong Yanyue Sword to cut off two tentacles and shouted an order.

The warriors of the three tribes were slightly confused at first, but soon based on experience, the three of them joined back to back and raised their arm shields to defend.

Hu Yangui, Zuo Qiuyue, Zuo Qiutang and others spread out and quickly chopped the tentacles to stabilize the situation of each unit!

Huyan Longzhuo, who was alone in the most dangerous zone, had no time to care about the situation of others.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

He tried his best to move the eight-foot-long snake spear to the left and right, but the tentacles in front of him became more and more numerous.

The slime tore off its weak disguise, its body expanded rapidly, and the number of tentacles extending from its body doubled!

"You bastard, how come everyone is better than me!"

Huyan Longzhuo, who was suppressed and kept retreating, was extremely annoyed.

Last year, he was so confident that he was poured cold water on him by the old leader and the gods.

Now that I have finally made progress through hard work, I am about to be suppressed by an unknown monster again...

He is not convinced!

Huyan Longzhuo roared angrily to stop his decline, held up his eight-foot-long snake spear with all his strength and strode forward!

Just at this moment, the old leader who had been watching with cold eyes suddenly stepped into the scene.

Taking advantage of a large number of tentacles sweeping towards Huyan Longzhuo, he punched the slime's body with a fierce punch!

…

When Wang Hui woke up the next day, washed up and had breakfast, it was already early November in the miniature world [the sixth year of the advent of the gods].

At a glance, autumn is everywhere.

The little people of the three tribes were immersed in the joy of the harvest.

Wang Hui noticed that there were almost no traces of the fighting yesterday, and the number of patrols was significantly reduced.

"Have the burrows been destroyed?"

He calculated the time and found that a year and a half had passed in the miniature world since last night, which was enough time for a war involving tens of thousands of people to be fought.

I just don’t know how the three tribes dealt with that cunning slime...

Consciousness came to him, and Wang Hui's projection fell on the northern junction of the Nalan clan and the Huyan clan.

This is a lush grassland that was originally the territory of several wolf packs.

But last year, an uninvited guest, the old leader Hu Yanwu, came and killed all the wolves that had eaten the sky crystals!

After the disembowelment was performed and the crystals were taken, the remaining carcasses fed the remaining wolves.

Nowadays, not only the size of the population has shrunk, but it has also lost the ferocious nature that it used to fear no matter what.

When they see a human figure appearing from a distance, the wolves will scurry away with their tails between their legs, for fear of causing another massacre...

"Beating a wolf into a dog, Hu Yanwu was really cruel."

Wang Hui smiled and shook his head.

Having said that, since he encouraged the three tribes to collect sky crystals, it seems that the original development trajectory of the miniature world has changed.

He sympathized deeply with the beasts who had suffered unreasonable disasters.
Chapter completed!