Published: February 13, 2025
Several Survivor Fortresses had entered a state of maximum combat readiness.
Currently, many big shots were exceptionally nervous, fearing that this slave tribe might cause some trouble that would implicate them. There was simply no confidence or means to deal with the slave tribes.
However, what happened next seemed to turn them into… bystanders.
When the huge false slave tribe entered the perception range of the adult slave tribe, the true slave tribe obviously 'stunned' for a moment, which was evident from its suddenly stiffened body. Even the tentacles wrapped around one pole of the planet showed signs of loosening.
Yet it did not launch an attack immediately.
Perhaps in its eyes, although this fellow was a bit strange, it was indeed one of its kind.
However, this kin was not friendly at all. As it approached, several tentacles shot out like lightning, striking at the still-watching true slave tribe.
Due to this hesitation, the true slave tribe did not react in time and only managed to spread out the tentacles that wrapped around the planet before being hit.
In reality, this was just skin being torn and flesh being ripped apart. But visually, because of the enormous size and overwhelming power of the slave tribe, such tearing appeared as if a nuclear bomb had exploded. Even from a safe distance, the sky filled with blood and flesh occupied the views of the Sule Alliance's populace on the light barrier.
It was exhilarating!
Having been forced to flee from the slave tribes for so many years, seeing the once invincible creature being beaten so badly at this moment brought an intuitive thrill that rushed to their brains, and cheers erupted from every corner of the Survivor Fortresses.
Many big shots also showed smiles, feeling much more at ease. At least the scene before them indicated that Ye Zhongming and Liu Zhenghong could control the slave tribes. Whether they could fully control them or only a part, or just for a certain amount of time, would depend on the follow-up battles.
Fortunately, at least in the short term, the slave tribes controlled by Ye Zhongming and Liu Zhenghong did not disappoint them. After gaining the upper hand, the offensive continued wave after wave, and besides the shadows of the tentacles, nothing else could be seen in that section of space.
The true slave tribe fought back desperately, but due to having sustained significant injuries earlier and being baffled as to why their kin would attack them, its momentum was slightly weak, and it was continuously on the receiving end. Even when it could retaliate, it was not easy to turn the tide. As time passed, it found that this kin was quite strong and somewhat… fearless of death.
For the slave tribes, tentacles were the foundation and source of their power; almost all their activities depended on these tentacles.
They could endure certain bodily injuries, but would never want to lose even a single tentacle.
But this kin was different; it seemed to care for nothing and was willing to clash directly with them. Even if it lost one tentacle after another, it was undeterred. This life-for-a-life fighting style made the true slave tribe very uncomfortable, as it instinctively cherished its tentacles.
This directly caused it to become increasingly passive until it fell into a comprehensive disadvantage, at which point the kin surged in, attacking even more recklessly.
By the time the true slave tribe wanted to fight desperately, it found it no longer had the qualification to do so.
The battle lasted over an hour before concluding, with most of the true slave tribe's tentacles torn off and shattered. The remaining ones floated feebly in the universe, displaying a bizarre gray-white color, with only its spherical body occasionally wriggling, indicating that it still had a breath left.
The false slave tribe was not much better off, but it had a few more tentacles remaining.
However, its characteristics manifested at this moment. The remaining tentacles wrapped around the true slave tribe and began to frantically suck using their suction cup structures. The barely alive true slave tribe let out a final roar, but it was of no use; its energy was rapidly drained, and in just over ten minutes, it was left with nothing but skin.