Over the past few days, the tribe had experienced nearly ten encirclement attacks, and no matter how they fled or hid, they would always be found.
There was no escape, nowhere to hide; according to the ancient texts passed down from their ancestors, the demons possessed a special perception of the Beastmen, allowing them to be easily tracked, leaving them no choice but to constantly move forward.
But they didn't even dare to stop; if they only kept fighting and fleeing, facing just that group of humans, there would still be a glimmer of hope, but if they were to defend a city, they would directly confront the terrifying existence in the sky, facing the true demons—this was what they genuinely feared.
The frequent fleeing and fighting left the Beastmen tribe exhausted, and Lion King's injuries became increasingly severe; during this time, several more tribal chiefs sacrificed themselves heroically.
As the number of encirclement attacks increased, the enemies that arrived also grew stronger, leading to even more severe casualties for the already weary Beastmen.
Despair and panic were brewing, and even Lion King found it difficult to suppress; he could only lead everyone to take a dangerous, brief rest.
But in just a moment, a monkey Beastman came rushing in from afar, stumbling straight towards Lion King, with extensive burns and cuts on his body making it difficult for him to even walk.
"Chi... Chief... Enemy... West..."
The monkey Beastman collapsed into Lion King's arms, and after speaking these words, he breathed his last, smiling as he fulfilled his mission, walking ahead into the abyss.
Upon hearing these words, Lion King's fur stood on end; they had only rested for less than half an hour...
"All forces, form ranks! Enemy attack! Everyone, full speed ahead! Chiefs of each tribe, lead your people to resist the invaders!"
Lion King's roar echoed through the entire jungle, heard not only by the Beastmen of various tribes but also by the various Reincarnators lurking nearby; after a moment of hesitation, the Reincarnators decided to launch their attack early.
"Go! That Lion King is playing a wheel strategy to wear him down! The others are just small fry!"
"Oh oh oh!!!"
"Get rich!!!"
Hundreds of lurking Reincarnators swarmed forward, attacking the Beastmen from all directions; the exhausted Beastmen soldiers retreated steadily, and the Reincarnators were unstoppable, like a hot knife cutting through butter.
"Chiefs of each tribe, stand in front of the soldiers!"
Seeing the Reincarnators beginning to bypass the soldiers and slaughter civilians, Lion King roared in urgency, creating an opening in his defense, which the Reincarnator currently engaging him in a wheel attack seized to land a blow.
Lion King had barely rested these past few days, and the countless battles, big and small, were nearly eroding the will of this King, but he could not fall yet; he knew that he was the pillar of his people, the spiritual support of the tribe, and if he were to fall here, so many powerful enemies would flood into the battle on the other side, with unimaginable consequences.
So, even though Lion King was already utterly exhausted, he continued to fight valiantly, even if he were to die, he had to die a little later.
Another arrow flew in, and Lion King dodged it by shifting his body, then followed up with a punch to the body of the Reincarnator in front of him, sending him flying, before following up with a claw attack, tearing open his face, almost finishing him off with a burst of attacks.
But their support was truly timely; whenever Lion King intended to suddenly burst and cause attrition, the ADs and mages on the periphery would inflict damage on him regardless of cost, forcing him to retreat in pain, otherwise he would likely be severely wounded on the spot.
The Reincarnator who was nearly killed was skillfully rescued by the others, and the next wheel came, continuing to entangle with Lion King.
At this present moment, Lion King, after several days of desperate fighting, was already covered in wounds; countless shallow and deep injuries on his body tore open with his movements, and the excruciating pain made Lion King's brain somewhat numb and unable to think much, forcing him to rely on combat instincts to fight.
But even so, he could still make this group of Reincarnators retreat steadily; if they dared to surround him, he would kill one of them regardless of the cost.
The Reincarnators were selfish; they acted like hyenas, seemingly as a team, but in reality, they only cared about their own survival.
If he fully concentrated on killing one person, it would make the other attackers extremely wary; who knew if the next one to be killed would be themselves?
This was experience passed down from ancestors, and even more, a conclusion tested by countless predecessors with their lives; Lion King had experimented with it, and it indeed made them hesitant to act.
Lion King dodged the long spear thrust by the Reincarnator in front of him, grabbed it, then smashed the Reincarnator's arm with a punch, kicked him away, and then grabbed the long spear and quickly jumped away, dodging the mages' attacks.
At this present moment, he had a lot of experience dealing with Reincarnators; don't think about killing them, just drag it out, drag it until the front line is basically stable, allowing the chiefs of various tribes to free up their hands to assist him.
But, the situation... was not very optimistic.
The steadfast Minotaur chief, Laomos, had already sacrificed himself in the last encirclement, and the bear-men warriors were almost all dead; the newly elected chief was already severely wounded and collapsed, and the other chiefs all had their own opponents and were all at a disadvantage; the soldiers were also exhausted, and some desperate Beastmen soldiers had even laid down their weapons and surrendered.
But it was useless; in the eyes of the Reincarnators, Beastmen were just points; not to mention the surrendering soldiers, even unarmed elderly, children, and women were just points.
A crushing massacre began...
Lion King was completely unaware of all this; in his heart, there was still hope; he firmly believed that just as their ancestors had evaded the demons' encirclement countless times over thousands of years, they too could surely do it now! They could surely cross this abyss! Even if it meant filling it!
Lion King, holding his long spear, once again launched an attack on the wheel team in front of him, which had clearly increased in intensity, sending out three or four people at a time.
After several more hours of fierce battle, even the mages on the periphery had exhausted their mental energy, yet Lion King still stood.
Even though his body was still broken, and his limbs were as heavy and numb as if filled with lead, he still stood; he still refused to give up hope, to buy his people more time to retreat.
He knew that the enemies he had severely wounded after the encirclement might be dealt with internally by them—the demon ritual was ultimately a great battle royale, but... before that, he had to repel them first.
The melee units had already been rotated two or three times, and all Reincarnators had some injuries; normally, they would have already retreated, but at this present moment...
The Reincarnators looked at the now swaying Lion King in front of them; they knew that Lion King was on his last legs, and this was their unique opportunity.
This time, all melee units swarmed forward, their swords, spears, clubs, and staffs striking fiercely at Lion King; the mages and ADs no longer conserved their stamina and mental energy, unleashing a barrage of attacks on Lion King.
Lion King's blurry eyes saw the swarming crowd; he swung his long spear, intending to block, but his much slower movements were seized upon, and his right arm was severed at the root; the leading Reincarnator even hacked at Lion King's chest with a blade, creating a horrific wound deep enough to expose bone.
Lion King staggered backward, his blurry eyes and consciousness, even the intense pain, failed to awaken him; his heart and eyes were already clouded by despair, unable to see clearly anymore.
Great Priest... can we... truly win?
Lion King's hazy mind began to recall the past, recalling the only time he truly saw the Great Priest when he took over as Chief, and that tree, as vast as the sky, verdant, incredibly beautiful, and full of life.
Great Priest... Savior... Sir... we will surely make it through, right?
In a daze, Lion King remembered the beautiful figure standing beneath the tree, and in his mind, there also flashed the mysterious human, the Savior, who had been personally designated by the Great Priest and had appeared before them only once.
In a blur, Lion King seemed to see Sir right before his eyes.
Lion King initially thought it was just an illusion, until warm blood splattered on his face, and the enemy attacking him was decapitated, their head flying into the sky.
Sir!!!
Lion King's vision instantly cleared; Fang Wuwei was standing before him, decapitating the Reincarnator who had charged to the front, blood splattering into the sky.
The light red gleam of the blade and the crimson blood reflected the hope of life.
Fang Wuwei and Lion King met each other's gaze, their eyes filled with fury.
"You've worked hard, Lion King, I'm late.