Chapter 339: Chapter 339

"You two, continue to attack. Why are you retreating?" the First Elder of the Black Tribe said angrily.

A Black Brave Warrior was also full of indignation: "That man is formidable. We are noble warriors, not slaves to be sacrificed at will. We refuse to walk into death."

Among the Black Tribe, those who had reached the second tier were not many, so each warrior was extremely valuable.

Perhaps the First Elder could disregard the life and death of ordinary members of the Black Tribe, but he could not impose orders on these second-tier warriors. They could reject his commands.

"So, what do you propose?" Looking at the unlucky soul who had been shot in the abdomen, he might not lose his life due to his strong vitality, but he definitely wouldn’t be able to recover in a short time. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹•𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒•𝙣𝙚𝙩

Although he possessed detoxification magic, he really didn’t have any magic for healing wounds.

"Let others go, let those slaves wear down the white man’s strength. When he weakens, we will go in. Also, it can’t be just the two of us. We need to summon warriors from other tribes."

The First Elder pondered for a moment, then nodded, instructing the people around him. This terrifying white man must be defeated once and for all. If he escapes, the consequences would be unthinkable.

As for the reports from the south that someone had infiltrated their territory and started a massacre, the First Elder didn’t care at all. They just wanted to deceive him into sending people to help them. Normally, it might work, but this time, his own troubles were obviously greater.

The First Elder had never met those experts in the south, so he didn’t believe them.

If the white men really had that many strong fighters, they would have used them a long time ago, why would they wait until now?

Therefore, the First Elder merely told the people in the south to deal with the invaders themselves. He had to focus on the one in front of him. No matter how powerful the other invaders might be, surely none of them could fly.

As for the intelligence, which claimed that those people could transform, had powerful magic, could revive the dead, and other such things, it was complete nonsense. Even he couldn’t make up such wild stories.

So, more and more members of the Black Tribe began to gather here. At first, only the strong ones arrived, but later, the old, weak, and even those with disabilities began to appear. Du You, who was not blind, naturally recognized them.

"You want to weaken my strength with this method? Wishful thinking." Du You also slowed down his attack speed, trying to conserve his magic power. As long as he could defend the inside of the valley and use the Mucus Swamp to gather them together, that would be enough. Once they were gathered, he would follow up with a Mucus Swamp and fire spell.

Those within range would be burned to death, those close by would be poisoned to death. Before they were able to detoxify, certainly some of them would die. Even though their priests didn’t care much about these people, the poison’s area of effect was too large, they had to detoxify.

Later on, Du You saw that the priest had somehow managed to secure some medicinal herbs.

With the herbs, they could resist his poison more effectively. Although they couldn’t neutralize it completely, they could hold on for a longer period. After each fire, those who weren’t burned to death could endure until the arrival of the detoxification magic.

Every once in a while, a Black Brave Warrior would enter the valley and attack him.

For the first couple of times, Du You was able to chase them away. But later on, Du You stopped doing so.

Du You would resist their attacks, try to hide, and wait for them to approach. When the opportunity arose, in a place where evasion was impossible, he would unleash a three-hit Disintegration Spell, which they would have no way to avoid. Relying on his Spiritual Perception, he would directly lock onto the few locations they could dodge to, then his spell would hit.

The Black Brave Warriors, who had no special defense methods, would develop massive cracks when hit.

These Black Tribe members were regular people, not part of any special race or weird creatures. While these cracks might not look serious, the Black Tribe members would instantly lose their lives. The power within their bodies was not enough to fully neutralize his Disintegration Spell.

If it were Dou Qi, even though a great deal would be lost when released externally, it could neutralize his Disintegration Spell. These Black Tribe members didn’t know how to use their power, so they could only die by his hand.

One by one, the Black Brave Warriors were killed, causing more and more members of the Black Tribe to gather outside. And they showed no signs of retreating. They were prepared to struggle against him in the long term, launching attacks one after another.

On the first day, it was tolerable. On the second day, Du You began to feel bored and tense.

By the third day, Du You’s eyes were somewhat red. He hadn’t slept for three full days, which was truly unbearable even with his Law Formalized body. His spirit still needed rest.

On the fourth day, Du You had Xiaozi help him resist every now and then. Du You didn’t dare risk sleeping, but taking small naps to refresh his spirit shouldn’t be a problem.

Moreover, Du You finally realized that he was the only one who needed rest. The Cursed Crow King showed no reaction whatsoever, it didn’t need rest at all. Even Xiaozi, who seemed like a regular creature, remained energetic, despite not resting for several days, displaying no problems at all.

With the rapid regenerative feature of Summoned Creatures, Xiaozi was in a much better state than him.

By the fifth day, Du You was truly at his limit. Similarly, the Black Tribe outside was about the same. Du You had no choice but to start using restorative potions.

"I have noticed that their First Elder rest after a certain period of time. During that time, the attacks will slow down. I can use this opportunity to get some proper rest." Du You finally found some respite.

He quickly grabbed some food from his personal space, gobbled a few mouthfuls, waited until their First Elder was at rest, then let Xiaozi watch over things. He simply sat down on the ground and fell asleep. By the time Xiaozi woke him up, it was almost an hour later. He was awakened because the effects of the Mucus Swamp were wearing off.

Without waking up, they would break through.

Du You opened his eyes, cast the Mucus Swamp with a wave of his hand, and felt much better. Given his constitution, even with only an hour of sleep, his spirit hadn’t been fully recovered, but it had improved a lot.

Next, Du You seized these opportunities to rest a few more times and quickly adjusted his spirit. Before he knew it, seven days had passed. If it weren’t for the abundant food in his personal space, he wouldn’t have been able to endure for such a long time.