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Chapter 1229

"Brother Lu, where is Brother Mu?" The stronghold of the mixed-blood witches is located in a large ring-shaped area near Caoshu Prefecture.

This area boasts excellent transportation, offering both offensive and defensive advantages. Although it doesn't belong to the six northern prefectures, it allows for unimpeded access. Simultaneously, it serves as a crucial defensive line against the incursions of the witches into the Central Plains.

The capital city tacitly accepted the situation where the mixed-blood witches had established themselves in the area and were at war with the witches.

Under Mu Sigui's leadership, a group of mixed-blood witches blocked the witch clan's southward passage, and battles of varying sizes broke out from time to time.

While the witch clan has made rapid progress, the mixed-blood witches are not to be underestimated either, and have grown into a considerable force over the years.

As a buffer zone, they can receive a large amount of resource replenishment and are recognized by the resistance forces such as Bei Xuanzhu, making them an important part of the situation in the North.

The mixed-blood sorcerer who hurried over was a young upstart, skilled in movement techniques and stealth, and was therefore sent to infiltrate the northern lands to communicate with the Northern Xuanzhu and the Zhou family.

His return before the scheduled return date must mean something serious has happened.

Lu Xiangxing was slightly surprised. "He is refining a batch of spiritual medicine and has specially hired a pharmacist from the south."

"Wait a moment, I'll go and inform him."

Upon receiving the news, Mu Sigui immediately returned and asked, "The situation in the north is quite chaotic. I wasn't there, so I don't know the details. What specific information did you bring back for me?"

"Brother Mu, the Witch Saint King and the remaining forces of Bei Xuan Zhu have launched a full-scale attack. His two subordinates, Senluo Witch and Chi Xiong, have both taken action, and the shaman chiefs of all the tribes have come out in full force."

Mu Sigui was shocked to hear this. "Zhu Ruoxuan and Zhou Xin alone are absolutely no match for them. Quick, I need to go help!"

Once the Bei Xuan Zhu and Zhou family are destroyed, the northern lands will fall entirely to the witches, and then their side will be in danger.

"No, there's more. Lu Zhigang, Liu Jingguo, and Xiaoyaozi, among others, have all come back from the dead and possess the strength of the Heavenly Sect. They broke into the heart of the Wuren's territory and wreaked havoc."

"Brother, the time has come."

Lu Xiangxing subconsciously looked at Mu Sigui; only they, the higher-ups, knew the so-called opportune moment.

The occupation of the northern lands by the sorcerers was a crisis for the human race, but it also gave the hybrid sorcerers a chance to turn the tide.

In the past, mixed-race witches, possessing the bloodlines of both races, were caught in an awkward position, caught between two opposing forces.

But ever since the witch killed Zhen Beige, swept away Bei Xuanzhu, and occupied the six northern states, the situation has quietly changed.

The Holy King of the Witch Clan implemented an assimilation policy, attempting to confuse concepts and allow the Witch Clan to replace the aristocratic families as a superior race above ordinary humans. He also used a facade of benevolence to win over a large number of forces.

If he succeeds, the North will surely become the sorcerers' own kingdom.

However, there were many ambitious people among the human race who resolutely resisted. Although the capital city remained indifferent, several southeastern states and other prefectures continued to send manpower and resources to the north to support the resistance forces.

Mu Sigui and his fellow mixed-blood witches saw an opportunity in this. Regardless of whether the witch clan succeeded or not, the situation in the north had already been affected, and would leave a strong mark of witches in the future.

Even if all the sorcerers are driven back to the North, or even if they are all slaughtered, their influence will not disappear.

That kind of environment was the perfect opportunity for mixed-race witches to showcase their skills and establish a foothold in the world.

They fought against the sorcerers in this place, demonstrating their loyalty, and will fill the power vacuum left by the sorcerers' withdrawal in the future.

Before long, the masters of the mixed-blood witches, including Wu Luoye, arrived. They looked at Mu Sigui and waited for his decision.

"Everyone, the overall strength of the witches has greatly improved since then. You and I both have half witch blood in us, and we have all benefited from this, breaking through and improving one after another."

"This shows that the strength of the shamans is unfathomable and they are no match for any single family."

"Unless the feudal lord of the sacrificial palace calls on all the prefectures and counties in the land to join forces to suppress the rebellion, there might be a chance of victory." "This internal strife in the north is nothing more than a concentrated outbreak of resistance forces under the long-term oppressive policies."

"I've made up my mind. I'll go myself. You all need to carefully maintain the defenses and not give the enemy any opportunity to take advantage."

Mu Sigui has made great progress in his cultivation over the years, ascending the Heavenly Ladder. No one knows what level he has reached now.

But one thing is certain: these mixed-blood witches are 'traitors' to the witch clan, but under Mu Sigui's leadership, they...

The fact that they were not wiped out by the witches but instead thrived demonstrates their formidable power.

When Mu Sigui, along with Grandmasters Lu Xiangxing and Wu Luoye, stormed into the Wuren defense line of Caoshu Prefecture, chaos erupted on the other side. "You bunch of bastards, are you really courting death? You just provoked my superior clan?"

A great shaman, facing several grandmasters, remained undaunted and continued to shout angrily.

Wu Luoye frowned, flicked his finger, and the great shaman exploded into a cloud of blood mist. The insect phantoms in the mist tumbled a few times, cried out a few times, and then withered and fell to the ground.

Although they lacked confidence in facing top-tier sorcerers like the Holy King, they didn't take ordinary great sorcerers seriously.

This time, they stormed into the northern lands and quickly reached the center of the storm, Beixuan Prefecture.

Beixuan Prefecture, the first of the six prefectures in the north, is also where Beixuan Zhu started his business. Since the Wu people took control of the north, Beixuan Prefecture has been the place where they have devoted the most energy to managing the region.

Beixuan Prefecture is home to the largest number of witch tribes, the most powerful witch chiefs and great witches, and...

There's something alive underground!

After entering Beixuan Prefecture, Mu Sigui pondered for a while before suddenly speaking, his words startling and unforgettable.

Isn't it normal for living things to be underground?
But his next words shocked Wu Luoye and the others.

"The totems of the shamans spread and expanded underground, reaching beneath every city, forming a vast life form."

"This is a conspiracy by the Holy King of the Witches."

Lu Xiangxing refused to believe in superstition. He exhaled a cloud of gray mist, which seeped into the ground through the gaps between the soil particles, passed through the rock layers and underground rivers, and finally revealed a breathtaking scene.

Countless fluorescent substances are spread thousands or even tens of thousands of meters underground, forming patterns and dots that penetrate various parts of space, sometimes sparse and sometimes dense.

As Mu Sigui said, the totem spread to the area beneath every city in Beixuan Prefecture, forming an endless network.

Lu Xiangxing wanted to observe further, but his spying suddenly alerted him.

The enormous totem suddenly moved, shattering the gray mist with a single tremor.

The resulting backlash struck Lu Xiangxing, causing him to tremble all over and his physical body to be on the verge of collapse.

At this moment, Mu Sigui struck him in the back with a palm strike, the immense power shattering the aftershocks of the underground totem's life force from afar.

"Who goes there? Aren't you witches?"

The commotion caused by Mu Sigui and his group attracted the attention of those nearby, and some people came forward to ask them questions.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Wu Luoye whispered a reminder to Mu Sigui, "It's Little Martial Saint Zhou Xin. He is Zhou Daqian's legitimate son in the North."

The newcomer was Zhou Xin. He recognized that although the uninvited guest opposite him looked like a witch, he was not an enemy. He thought of the legendary leader of the mixed-blood witches, Mu Sigui.

(End of this chapter)