CHAPTER 471: CHAPTER 164: DEATH RECOVERY, DARK RACE TRAP

The most convenient growth model is plunder, acquiring other races’ accumulated heritage through war.

This war brought unimaginable growth to him and his people.

The resources stored in the plundered race’s clan land were beyond his belief.

It was unimaginable that such a weak race could hide so much resource wealth.

At that moment, a ridiculous idea came to him.

The tier of this world might be high, but the beings of this world seemingly haven’t touched upon the gift of war, their weak abilities easily defeated.

Similar situations were also recorded in the history books of the Dark Race.

The Dark Race had once been a cross-world plundering force.

But in a cross-world war, they encountered an even stronger plundering force that they couldn’t resist, eventually leading the Dark Race Corps to crumble, they were descendants of one of the fleeing races, starting anew in a small world.

That’s why the clan recorded much information about the Big World.

The records emphasized one point.

The biggest difference between the Big World and the small world is in the resource reserves, resource nurturing speed, and the intensity of world rules.

But that doesn’t mean the Big World has stronger combat power.

The history books recorded the Dark Race Corps had plundered a Big World, the beings of that world never developed combat, consuming all their resources in constructing a spiritual world.

In other words, that Big World had never experienced war, so they had no idea how to fight.

The plundering and harvesting of this war were completed with incredible ease.

The Dark Race Corps thus concluded that the strength of different worlds’ races in war capabilities is not absolutely related to their world’s level of strength.

The Big World merely provides a better environment for combat power development, but it doesn’t mean that world’s Combat Level is strong.

At that moment, discovering that a race with vast resources was so weak, he thought he had encountered a high-tier world with weak combat power.

This made him immensely happy.

He thought perhaps he could use this world as a stepping stone, for the Dark Race to grow strong enough to counter the Black Tide, and then, on that day, return to the Hometown World to complete the revenge.

But he quickly realized he was wrong.

Memory Fragments continued to piece together.

A high-raised war banner appeared in the image, countless terrifying figures descended from space tunnels.

A gruesome war began.

Only then did he realize, this was a race protected by a Super World strong clan.

They had slaughtered merely a servile race under this superpower.

This war showed him the terror of the Super World.

Countless warriors blessed with mysterious power formed a Battle Formation, the released Qi Blood Energy turning into a monstrous wave, sweeping through the Dark Race led by him destructively.

The leading figure had a physique as large as a mountain, pushing the battle line with a hand, displaying an invincible stance.

Only then did he realize, this world was far from as simple as he thought.

He could even feel these warriors’ growth in power during the war.

A weak warrior’s momentum on the battle line rose at a speed visible to the naked eye, growing with each step forward.

The Dark Race warriors led by him turned into Ash under the iron heel of these war-growing warriors.

The barrier built by the Dark Race Power, of which he and his tribe were proud, was easily torn apart like gauze in front of these terrifying war machines, without any resistance.

In the memory image, he once personally witnessed a clan elder who had faced the Black Tide Commander’s power, turning into nothingness under a strike from the lead warrior of the War Corps.

At that moment, fear surged in his heart.

The memory seemed to return to the time of the Black Tide’s arrival, filled with helplessness and despair.

Finally, he tore through space to escape with the help of his people.

He saw, at the end of the steadily shrinking space tunnel, his people falling one after another, forging ahead for his chance to escape.

These memory images haunted him like a Nightmare, bringing endless fear.

The Memory Fragments continued to piece together in his Sea of Consciousness, and he descended on an unknown area, lying on the ground barely surviving.

Before losing consciousness, he took out the "Blood Barrier" in his mouth, letting it connect with him, forming a trap scene.

After this, he fell into a long slumber.

"I am... An Shui... I want revenge."

Memory returned, and An Shui slowly awakened from sleep.

A conception before hibernation was rapidly sketched in his mind.

His clan is dead, he no longer has any reservations.

What he needs to do is grow himself as much as possible, to devour and grow through the power of the Dark Race.

Until everything in this world is destroyed, standing at the Peak of this world, and then challenging the Black Tide again.

Alone becoming a god, this was the goal left in his mind before hibernation.

Recovery, devouring, destruction, slaughter... countess thoughts surged in his mind, endless ambition forced him to fully awaken from sleep.

But along with it came a strong sense of weakness that startled him.

This feeling made An Shui feel immensely confused, not understanding why he was so weak.

Since it was time for Recovery, it proved that the Blood Soul Barrier had absorbed enough Qi-Blood Energy, enough to restore himself to a state close to the Peak.

Crack!

At this moment, a clear breaking sound rang out, and the dark red structure wrapping his body automatically shattered.

The Dark Race opened its eyes from the Darkness.

Looking down at his body, he was stunned to find that he had become a child of four or five years old.

"How is this possible?!"

Just then, the sound of shattering rang out again.

The outer thin dark red Crystal Coffin was violently broken, a large hand magnified before his eyes, gripping his neck and pulling him up.

The blinding light from the outside world hit, and An Shui squinted instinctively.

Once the blurry glow dissipated, he looked around and was surprised to find countless greedy eyes staring intently at him.

Through the perception of Qi-Blood wave, it could be found that this group of Life was very weak.

"Hey, where’s the Dark Race’s wealth? Quickly take the brothers to find it."

A head approached at this time, threateningly speaking to him.

While An Shui found it unbelievable, an overwhelming rage surged in him:

"Ants, courting death!"

Just as he was about to urge the power to kill all nearby Life, a strong sense of weakness struck again.

He found that he couldn’t control the original power within him at all.

A thought he couldn’t believe emerged in his mind.

He hadn’t restored to the Peak state at all, which was also why only the child form remained after Recovery.

The Recovery plan, had failed!

"Yo, only Hunting Level 32 and you’re speaking so tough, anyone would think you’re a big shot with a Hunting Level over 100."

The speaking figure was first surprised, then raised his Right Hand, his index finger slightly bent like a taut bow, aimed at his lower body.

The eyes squinted slightly, the finger paused in the air for a moment, as if aiming at some target.

Pop!

With a crisp sound, the pain struck, and An Shui’s eyes instantly went vacant.

"Be careful not to cripple you with this, speak the truth, where did you hide the Dark Race’s wealth?"