Before long, the two groups collided. Led by Charles Bennett, dozens of people formed a wedge formation, like a sharp blade, forcefully tearing open a path through the densely packed tribal soldiers. Wherever they passed, blood splattered and flesh flew.

　　Puff!

　　A spray of blood burst forth as a Black Mountain tribesman was stabbed through the forehead by the spear in Charles Bennett's hand. With a trace of unwillingness, he was flung into the air by the spear and crashed hard into the dense crowd.

　　By the time Charles Bennett and his group fought their way to the stone house where the girls were held, everyone was stained red with blood and bore wounds of varying severity, but not a single person uttered a sound.

　　Without the slightest pause, they rushed into the stone house, rescued their clansmen, put them on horseback, and protected them tightly in the center.

　　After such a prolonged battle, Robert Strong had already recovered and was constantly directing the tribal soldiers to encircle and intercept Charles Bennett, clearly intending to use sheer numbers to wear Charles Bennett down.

　　“When two rivals meet on a narrow path, the brave wins! Fight your way out!”

　　The long, fierce fighting had left the warriors utterly exhausted. Thinking of the young girls on horseback behind them, the warriors gritted their teeth and gripped their weapons even tighter.

　　A true man knows what to do and what not to do. Even the toughest iron-boned men have a chivalrous tenderness in their hearts. If their sisters in the tribe are humiliated by others, what use are they as men?

　　“Break through them and charge out—kill!”

　　Suddenly, Charles Bennett felt a chill on his back. He reached back with a large hand and caught a black arrow shaft, green battle energy swirling in his palm. The arrow snapped in two with a crack. Looking up toward where the arrow had come from, he saw Lily Strong not far away, holding a black war bow and sneering coldly, ready to draw and shoot again after Charles Bennett dodged the first arrow.

　　Whoosh! With a cold snort, Charles Bennett flicked his finger, and the broken black arrow turned into a jet-black streak, shooting back even faster than before.

　　“Kang'er!”

　　The sneering Lily Strong couldn't dodge in time and was struck in the chest by the broken arrow, his fate unknown. Robert Strong, seeing Lily Strong fall to the ground with an arrow wound, rushed over in a frenzy.

　　With Robert Strong's command lost, the Black Mountain warriors fell into chaos. Charles Bennett and his group seized the opportunity to carve a bloody path and charged out of the Black Mountain tribe at full speed.

Chapter 10: The Conspiracy Emerges

　　After fighting their way out of the Black Mountain tribe, the group didn't stop for a moment, galloping toward the Guyuan tribe. Even the wounded warriors gritted their teeth and rode in silence.

　　Dozens of people looked like demons just escaped from hell, exuding a murderous aura so intense that even ghosts and gods would shy away. Wherever they passed, clouds scattered and even a fierce beast of notable rank, upon seeing them from afar, vanished without a trace. Clearly, even with its newly awakened intelligence, it knew these blood-soaked humans were not to be trifled with.

　　Meanwhile, the Black Mountain tribe, having been repeatedly attacked by Charles Bennett and his followers, was left in ruins and suffered heavy losses.

　　The eldest son Edward Strong had been slain, the second son was shot and his fate was unknown, and countless tribesmen were dead or wounded. The people of the Black Mountain tribe could hardly believe that this was once the mighty Black Mountain war division, renowned and dominant over countless surrounding tribes.

　　At this point, both Robert Strong and Lily Strong had disappeared, leaving only Robert Strong's trusted followers to take over the tribe and clean up the battlefield.

　　Trying to steal a chicken only to lose the rice—this now perfectly described the Black Mountain tribe's situation. What had seemed like a risk-free venture ended in such disaster; they were left with nothing but regret.

　　Several hours later, the gravely injured Peter Wood appeared at the stone house where Robert Strong lived. The once cramped room now felt like a powder keg, ready to explode at any moment.

　　After collecting his eldest son's remains and stabilizing his younger son's injuries, Robert Strong couldn't wait to summon the badly wounded Peter Wood. With such a deep grudge, he wished he could tear Charles Bennett to pieces right then and there.

　　“I want Charles Bennett dead. No! I want every last one of Xiao Zhan's clan wiped out!” As soon as he saw Peter Wood, Robert Strong's eyes flashed with a murderous cold light, and he spoke bluntly. He looked as if he wanted to cut down Charles Bennett on the spot.

　　Unbothered by Robert Strong's rudeness, Peter Wood echoed fiercely, “That little bastard must die! If he lives, I will never be able to let go of this hatred in my heart.”

　　Being instantly and severely wounded by Charles Bennett today was a huge humiliation for Peter Wood. As a clan leader-level powerhouse, to be so easily injured by a young man, with no chance to fight back—if word got out, where would his dignity, built over a hundred years, go? Besides, they had already secretly sabotaged the Guyuan tribe long ago; the grudge was already set. It was either him or me—what was there to hesitate about?

　　Charles Bennett's monstrous talent made both men feel a sense of crisis. To avoid future trouble, they had to deal with Charles Bennett as soon as possible to have peace of mind.

　　“In that case, we'll have to ask those underground reptiles for help.” Robert Strong said darkly. His once robust figure now seemed shrouded in gloom.

　　Hearing that Robert Strong intended to cooperate with another race to attack Charles Bennett, Peter Wood hesitated, “But they're just a bunch of beasts...”

　　Before Peter Wood could finish, Robert Strong cut him off forcefully, “A real man is ruthless when needed. Even if it costs us, we must kill Charles Bennett. Are you going to back out now? We've been planning for a year, and it wasn't easy to get Xiao Zhan into that place. We can't change everything just because of one little brat.”