A group of Black Blood Dragon Pythons, upon seeing the wood spirit, all wanted to flee the area.
However, with the Lord's command, how could the wood spirit allow them to escape so easily?
Spreading her hands, she instantly unleashed her ultimate move, a dazzling green light that enveloped all the Black Blood Dragon Pythons present.
In front of the Immortal Demon Tribe's territory, an area of nearly ten kilometers instantly transformed into a green ocean.
Every black python immersed in this green ocean not only felt its movements hindered but also its vitality rapidly draining away.
Most importantly, they seemed to have fallen into a bottomless swamp, struggling in vain against the region covered by the green light.
"Not good! This is the Nature Woodfolk's wind-attribute Saint-tier cultivation technique, Gentle Breeze, Fine Rain!"
"Damn wood spirit! Release us immediately! Otherwise, our clan leader will surely flatten your tribe!"
"Let us go! This was that idiot Duoleisi's doing! It has nothing to do with us!"
Though the Black Blood Dragon Pythons' shouts were filled with anger and still sounded incredibly arrogant, the occasional tremor in their voices revealed their inner fear.
If the wood spirit were merely below the middle-grade Spirit tier, they could have all joined forces to break through this restraint.
After all, regardless of what was said, they possessed true dragon blood flowing within them, making their combat power and destructive potential terrifying.
But the wood spirit was at the peak of the Spirit tier, only a sliver away from breaking through the barrier and successfully entering the Monarch tier.
Furthermore, she had unleashed a Saint-tier cultivation technique right from the start, which was the most terrifying aspect for these Black Blood Dragon Pythons.
Currently, on the entire continent, any race that could possess a Monarch-tier cultivation technique was already extremely powerful.
Races that possessed and practiced Saint-tier cultivation techniques were, besides the human race, only the Nature Woodfolk, Elves, and Divine Dragon race.
Above Saint-tier was Divine tier, yet for nearly a thousand years, Divine-tier cultivation techniques seemed to exist only in legends, with no one ever having seen them.
With the wood spirit's strength, coupled with a Saint-tier cultivation technique, she could contend with the Black Blood Dragon Python clan's leader, who had just entered the twelfth-tier Monarch tier.
Now, with the wood spirit personally intervening and without hesitation using [Gentle Breeze, Fine Rain] right from the outset, it was impossible for these Black Blood Dragon Pythons to escape, let alone the eleventh-tier Spirit-tier black python named Duoleisi.
Duoleisi was also enveloped by the wood spirit's [Gentle Breeze, Fine Rain], his body, on the verge of transforming into a flood dragon, twisting violently.
His massive eyes were filled with terror as he circulated his spiritual energy to resist the erosion of the green light, roaring in anger.
"Wood Spirit Priestess! Why are you doing this? The Black Blood Dragon Python clan and the Nature Woodfolk tribe have always kept to themselves. We are neighbors, friends! Why are you helping a territorial force from another world against us!"
"Does the Nature Woodfolk race need you to teach us how to act? Insolent!"
The wood spirit's eyes turned cold as she let out a sharp cry, and the vast green light intensified.
Though she didn't say much verbally, a deep-seated hatred simmered within her heart.
Approximately three hundred years ago, when her mother had fallen into slumber and the High Priest was only at the peak of the Spirit tier, tribe members often went missing.
Only after her mother awoke and the High Priest successfully advanced to the Monarch tier did this situation cease.
Following an investigation, the tribe discovered that some of the missing compatriots had been killed by these wicked Black Blood Dragon Pythons and used as food.
Even more infuriating, a portion of them were given by these earthworms to certain shameless humans in exchange for things they needed.
Although the Nature Woodfolk race had always cherished peace, it did not mean they did not hold grudges.
It was simply that they had never found an opportunity for revenge.
"Neighbors? Friends? A disgusting race like you, you dare to claim such titles?"
The wood spirit's tone was filled with mockery. She had finally seized the opportunity for revenge and had no intention of letting it go.
Upon hearing the wood spirit's words, Duoleisi's eyes ignited with furious anger.
"Even if we are not worthy of being friends with your Nature Woodfolk race, we are all beings of the Endless Abyss! Yet you are helping a lord from another world. Don't you know these humans are enemies to all races on this continent?"
"Heh heh… let me correct you. I am not helping the Lord; I am *serving* him! Do you understand?"
The wood spirit sneered dismissively.
As her words fell, the voices of all the Black Blood Dragon Pythons abruptly ceased.
These black pythons stared at the wood spirit with wide, disbelieving eyes.
The next moment, their gazes mechanically shifted towards the lush, verdant tree within the territorial city.
Only now did they recognize it as the Nature Ancient Wood of the Nature Woodfolk!
"It's the Nature Ancient Wood of the Woodfolk! They actually migrated the Nature Ancient Wood to this territory!"
"It seems the Nature Woodfolk tribe has truly pledged allegiance to the owner of this territorial force! They have betrayed the myriad races of the continent!"
"Not only that, but they actually dare to help the lord attack us, the indigenous races!"
"But if the Woodfolk are loyal to the territorial force, why didn't we know anything about it? Such a major event would surely cause an earthquake within the clan!"
"Perhaps we had already departed when the Woodfolk submitted, and we missed this news!"
"Damn it! Why do I feel increasingly drowsy? My strength is almost depleted…"
"The rate at which my life force is draining is accelerating! I feel so tired now!"
"This is the Woodfolk's Gentle Breeze, Fine Rain! This green natural spiritual energy is devouring our life force!"
"Damn it! We've truly been ruined by that idiot Duoleisi this time!"
As their life force dwindled, the voices of the King-tier black pythons grew weaker and weaker.
The Lord-tier black pythons had long since collapsed to the ground, motionless.
Only Duoleisi, the strongest among them, was still struggling frantically.
However, any black mist that rose around his body was quickly dispersed by the green light.
He continuously spewed black venom towards the wood spirit, but under the effect of the wind and rain, even the strongest venom was washed away.
His body writhed violently, desperately trying to approach the wood spirit.
Yet, he was like one trapped in a green swamp; the more he struggled, the deeper he sank.
None of his attacks had any effect on the wood spirit, let alone allowing him to break free from the restraint.
A moment later, seeing the struggling of all the black pythons diminishing, the wood spirit turned to face the Immortal Demon soldiers who were standing in formation.
"You can finish them off now! The life force of these earthworms has been almost completely depleted! They won't resist!"
Being drained of life force, the severe cases would result in death, while the less severe would lead to extreme weakness and drowsiness. This was unrelated to the spiritual energy within their bodies.
Upon hearing the wood spirit's words, Xian Qing'er and Mo Wuxin exchanged glances, then waved their hands behind them.
This feeling was peculiar, entirely like gaining something for nothing.
From start to finish, they hadn't had to lift a finger; all they needed to do now was harvest lives.
This was the first time the Immortal Demon team had experienced this method of hunting.
However, since the master had given the order, they would not hold back, and charged forward, unleashing a barrage of various combat skills.
In moments, twenty-three Black Blood Dragon Pythons were reduced to just over a dozen.
The King-tier Black Blood Dragon Pythons were all in the process of transforming into flood dragons, and there was one Spirit-tier black python that was only one step away from successfully transforming.
If they had survived, there would likely have been sixteen actual flood dragons.
However, tonight in the Immortal Demon Tribe, it was destined to be a dragon-slaying feast!