In an instant, Henry Brooks's entire body leapt into the air, as several vines pierced through the air into the spot where he had just stood, followed closely by more vines lashing toward him.

　　Puff!

　　A stone spear smashed down, directly chopping the vines to pieces, and his body retreated backward. The young warriors of the Wood Tribe were hiding all around him, blending into the ancient forest.

　　"You human brat, you really are a genius. With me here, do you dare come up and fight me one-on-one?" A chilling voice rang out immediately after.

　　However, in the next moment, Henry Brooks had already retreated ten zhang away, joining up with the Qingyang clan soldiers who had caught up from behind.

　　"Set fire!"

　　With a cold sneer at the corner of his mouth, Henry Brooks possessed absolute power to crush this small group of Wood Tribe members—he still preferred the most direct way to steamroll over them.

　　As the young master of Henry Brooks, Qingyang's strength was his own. A Wood Tribe member fleeing in panic had already lost all qualification!

　　Immediately, more than a dozen men who had caught up threw the leather pouches from their backs toward the surrounding ancient forest, and flames instantly roared to life.

　　"Ah…"

　　A miserable scream came from within the flames. The ancient trees around trembled, and the vines shrank back sharply like needles. About ten zhang ahead, an ancient tree rustled, and a figure squeezed out from within.

　　"As the young master of a tribe, you don't even have the courage to fight—Qingyang truly has no one left!" The Wood Tribe youth who squeezed out of the ancient tree shouted harshly, trying to provoke Henry Brooks into coming forward, but Henry Brooks completely ignored him.

　　Yet at this moment, Henry Brooks showed not the slightest hesitation. He dashed ten zhang forward, leapt up, and then crashed down heavily, stomping directly onto the Wood Tribe youth.

　　Bang!

　　The young Wood Tribe member's chest caved in under the stomp, his face instantly twisting in agony, while Henry Brooks landed on the ground with him, crushing his bones underfoot.

　　"Ah…"

　　A wolf-like howl rang out. Henry Brooks brought his other foot down again on the Wood Tribe youth's chest, the sound of bones shattering echoing out, then kicked him toward the Qingyang soldiers.

　　The Wood Tribe youth, with who knows how many bones broken, was sent flying again, blood spurting from his mouth. The Qingyang man behind caught him midair with both hands, then slammed him down onto the ground again, another round of bone-crushing sounds following.

　　At this point, the young Wood Tribe warrior had turned into a pile of mush, collapsed on the ground.

　　Bang!

　　But Henry Brooks stomped down again, right onto his face, and the Wood Tribe warrior could only let out a beast-like howl.

　　"You want to challenge me? Are you even qualified!"

　　Henry Brooks sneered coldly, pressing down harder with his foot. The young Wood Tribe warrior screamed in agony, while Henry Brooks reached out and clawed at the already mangled flesh of the Wood Tribe youth's chest. Amidst the bloody mess, a glimmer of green light flashed.

　　He didn't care at all about the blood on his hand. In his palm was a green bead, no bigger than a thumb, shining with a gentle glow.

　　A millennium-old tree heart!

　　Seeing this, Henry Brooks's eyes lit up with a smile. This was the treasure that old Wood Tribe geezer had tried to send away just now!

　　In the Great Wilderness, creation is boundless, and all living things struggle for survival. The earth bestows countless gifts upon all beings. This millennium-old tree heart was a true treasure, only possibly produced by ancient trees thousands of years old, containing the purest essence of plants—a miraculous medicine for healing.

　　"Take him back!"

　　Putting away the millennium-old tree heart, Henry Brooks no longer spared a glance at the Wood Tribe youth lying like a pile of mud at his feet. Truly, the heavens favored Qingyang—now with this tree heart, the Grand Elder might have hope. If he could go a step further, that would mean three hundred more years of life, and Qingyang would gain another Spirit-Seizing Realm powerhouse!

　　A clan soldier grabbed the half-dead Wood Tribe youth and followed Henry Brooks to rejoin the battlefield!

　　The swamp was already stained with blood, severed limbs and broken arms scattered everywhere. Not a single one of the more than four hundred Wood Tribe warriors escaped; all were either killed or captured. At this moment, the Qingyang soldiers were cleaning up the battlefield.

　　One by one, the men paid no heed to the gore, gathering up all the Wood Tribe corpses and bones, tying them up with vines and slinging them over their shoulders.

　　Some soldiers also collected the remains of their own fallen comrades. Bloody battles had become a part of their daily lives, and they were long prepared for the loss of their brothers-in-arms.

　　"How is Xiaohuan?" Seeing Henry Brooks return, Logan Brooks's worries were put to rest. He too was covered in blood; in the previous battle, he had single-handedly slain four Wood Tribe warriors of the Divine Repository Realm, and the raging bloodlust within him had yet to subside.

　　Seeing Henry Brooks nod, he wasted no more time and shouted to the surrounding clan soldiers.

　　"Return to the tribe!"

　　Awooo! Awooo! Awooo!

　　The clan soldiers, reeking of blood, roared and began to gather together.

　　Carrying the bones of fallen brothers and the wounded, as well as the bloodied remains of the Wood Tribe, the Qingyang soldiers began their return to the tribe.

　　Among them were more than fifty Wood Tribe captives, all with their bones shattered, dragged along like piles of mud.

　　This was also part of their spoils from the battle. The blood of the Wood Tribe was gentle, lacking the ferocity of beast blood essence, so they were kept captive, fed with beast blood, and every so often, their blood essence would be extracted to help the children of the tribe cultivate.