Crossing to Douqi Continent and walking sideways

After the tragic battle, the territory of the Ice Soul Saint Lion Clan had returned to its former tranquility on the surface, but the tense atmosphere hidden beneath the tranquility was like a thick haze, tightly covering every inch of land. Xiao Muchen, Ling Shuang, Elder Bing Hong and several other prestigious clan members were sitting in the clan's meeting hall at this moment, discussing the subsequent defense matters with serious expressions.

In the meeting room, Xiao Muchen sat on an ancient wooden chair with his hands crossed in front of his chest. His eyes were deep and solemn. He was the first to break the silence: "Although we have successfully repelled the invading enemies this time, judging from the escape of the man in black robe, they will definitely not give up. We must be fully prepared."

Ling Shuang, who was standing aside, nodded slightly. Her beautiful face was now filled with worry, and her brows were furrowed, like a delicate flower shrouded in sorrow. "Yes, what Xiao Muchen said is absolutely right. We can't take chances, and we must anticipate that they may retaliate more violently."

Elder Bing Hong sat aside, stroking his gray beard with his hand, and fell into deep thought. After a long while, he raised his head and said with a firm gaze: "What Xiao Muchen said makes sense. Our primary task at the moment is to strengthen the defense of the tribe. Not only should we repair the damaged fortifications, but we should also set up more powerful traps and formations. At the same time, we should also try every possible way to improve the strength of the tribe members as soon as possible. This is the basis for us to resist foreign enemies for a long time."

Wan'er, who had been sitting quietly in the corner, blinked her lively eyes and said softly, "Then can we set up some powerful traps at key locations in the territory, and then arrange some complex and confusing formations? This may cause unexpected obstacles to the enemy."

After hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement and felt that this idea was quite feasible.

Seeing that everyone agreed, Xiao Muchen immediately stood up and said with a determined look, "Then there is no time to lose. I will go to survey the terrain around the territory and start setting up a defensive formation."

After saying this, he turned around and left the meeting room without hesitation, and hurried to the border of the territory.

After Xiao Muchen arrived at the edge of the territory, he immediately threw himself into the intense work of setting up the formation. He was fully focused, and beads of sweat covered his forehead, but he didn't bother to wipe them off. He poured all his energy and effort into the carving of each rune and the outline of each line. He knew very well that every detail of these formations was related to the survival of the entire Ice Soul Saint Lion clan.

In the square of the tribe, Ling Shuang was organizing the tribe members to practice in an orderly manner. She stood tall and straight, and shouted in a clear and firm voice: "Everyone should work hard to practice! Only when we are strong can we truly protect our homeland, our relatives and friends!"

Inspired by her, the tribesmen mustered up their courage, fighting spirit surged in them, and the whole square was filled with high morale and determination.

Ling Shuang demonstrated in person, imparting her years of experience in cultivation to every member of the tribe without reservation. She patiently guided every movement, corrected every mistake, and ensured that every member of the tribe could make progress in cultivation.

At the same time, Xiao Muchen used his superb alchemy skills to refine a large number of pills day and night while setting up the formation. In the alchemy room, the flames were burning, and various precious medicinal materials were rolling and merging in the furnace. Xiao Muchen stared at the alchemy furnace intently, controlling the temperature and the timing of adding medicinal materials.

After a long wait, batches of pills were finally refined. These pills exuded a strong medicinal fragrance and had different effects. Some could quickly increase fighting spirit, while others had magical healing and detoxification effects.

Xiao Muchen worked tirelessly to distribute the pills to the tribesmen and constantly encouraged them: "With the help of these pills, everyone must work harder to practice and must not let down this hard-earned resource!"

The tribesmen took the pills with gratitude and determination in their eyes. They knew that these pills were an important boost to their strength and their hope to defend their homeland.

In the busy process of everyone, time flies by quickly.

One day, Xiao Muchen was concentrating on adjusting a key node of the formation when he suddenly heard a loud and heroic voice coming from behind him.

"Haha, you've worked hard, little friend!"

Xiao Muchen turned around when he heard the voice and saw a burly, middle-aged man with an extraordinary bearing walking towards him. The man's eyes were bright, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, and he exuded a powerful aura that made people feel awe.

Ling Shuang also ran over happily at this time, with a happy and proud smile on her face, and introduced with a smile: "This is my father, the patriarch of the Bingpo Saint Lion clan, Bing Pofeng."

Xiao Muchen was stunned at first, and then he was shocked. He didn't know Ling Shuang had such a relationship before, so he quickly bowed and said respectfully: "Greetings, clan leader."

Bing Pofeng laughed heartily, waved his hand and said proudly: "My friend, there is no need to be polite. Thanks to your help, our clan was able to escape this crisis. I have heard of your bravery and wisdom. You are really a young man to be feared!"

Xiao Muchen said modestly: "Thank you for the compliment, Patriarch. I am only trying my best. It is my honor to do something for the Ice Soul Saint Lion Clan."

Bing Pofeng walked forward and carefully observed the formation that Xiao Muchen had carefully arranged. A hint of admiration flashed in his eyes, and he said with emotion: "But the crisis has not yet been resolved. We cannot slack off or relax at all."

The group discussed the topic of defense for a long time, and carefully discussed various possible situations and countermeasures. They analyzed the enemy's tactics, studied how to use the terrain and formations to maximize the defense effect, and also thought about how to protect the old, young and injured in the tribe in battle.

Finally, in the afterglow of the setting sun, they dispersed, with firm determination and clear goals, to make better preparations for the upcoming battle.

On the other side, deep in the dark and gloomy temple, the mysterious being sat on a huge and cold throne, his face so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out. His eyes flashed with anger and resentment, staring at the void in front of him.

"Xiao Muchen, I want to see how many times you can stop me." He muttered to himself through gritted teeth, his voice full of coldness and determination.

Then, he stood up suddenly, his black robe fluttering in the wind, emitting a suffocating aura of terror. He issued an order to his subordinates: "Gather more experts and prepare for a new round of attacks. This time, I will make sure that the Ice Soul Saint Lion clan is completely destroyed and will never be able to recover!"

His voice echoed in the dark hall, like a declaration of death, filled with endless murderous intent.

The subordinates followed the order and quickly dispersed like ghosts, and began to move around. The Dark Temple was undercurrent for a while, and all kinds of conspiracies and tricks were brewing intensively.

In the following days, the Dark Temple made frequent moves in secret. They sent messengers, carrying large sums of money and the temptation of power, to various mysterious corners, using various means to recruit those powerful independent cultivators and evil forces. For a time, masters from all walks of life responded and gathered under the banner of the Dark Temple.

These summoned masters were undergoing intensive training and planning in the secret base of the Dark Temple. They were constantly honing their coordination, studying various tactics and strategies, trying to find the weaknesses in the defense of the Ice Soul Holy Lion Clan, and preparing for a devastating attack.

The Ice Soul Saint Lion Clan, under the leadership of Xiao Muchen and others, was also on high alert. Every member of the clan was practicing desperately, even the young lions were unwilling to lag behind and were working hard to improve their strength. They knew that the upcoming battle would be a life-and-death battle, and only by going all out could they have hope of survival.

Xiao Muchen often stood on a high place, looking into the distance, and secretly vowed in his heart: "No matter what difficulties and obstacles I will face, I will do my best to protect this place and these kind and brave people. Even if it costs my life, it is worth it."

The entire territory of the Ice Soul Holy Lion clan is filled with an atmosphere of tension yet determination. Everyone is making final preparations for the upcoming unknown challenges, waiting for the moment that will decide their fate.