of Mangshan!"Jiang Yun didn't know whether Fang Mang was the combination of ten thousand demons or merely the strongest one among them. However, he believed that Fang Mang would definitely be able to...Although Jiang Yun originally planned to show off his chaotic patterns when entering the city, as he learned more about this world, he abandoned the idea.

Because the current tribe of the wasteland is too powerful and domineering, they absolutely do not allow outsiders to possess wasteland markings.

Rune Scars can only be bestowed by the true members of the Waste tribe, with their consent.

And those bestowed with the Mark of Ruin, while they can also be considered members of the Ruin Clan, their status can only be that of a Ruin Slave!

If Jiang Yun really revealed his own Ruinous Patterns, then what awaited him would not be the respect of the Ruinous Clan, but he would immediately be captured by the Ruinous Clan and forced to reveal the origin of his Ruinous Patterns.

However, now, under the immense pressure released from the war hall of this barbaric tribe, Ginger Cloud's barbarian patterns were clearly about to surge uncontrollably.

This made Jiang Yun realize that Huang Tu hadn't given up on searching for his origins. Bringing him to this War Hall was also a test of his identity.

If one's own Abyssal Mark appears at this time, then not only would they be unable to join the Abyssal Legion, they probably wouldn't even be able to leave this war hall.

Thinking of this, the only Dao Spirit within Jiang Yun's body suddenly opened its eyes. A thick, primordial force instantly radiated outwards, surging straight towards his brow and firmly encasing those three chaotic runes.

Since the Hun Dun Clan belongs to one of the Nine Clans, only its power should be able to suppress the Wilderness Patterns.

As expected, after the emergence of the chaotic force, the three archaic runes gradually quieted down, and Ginger Cloud let out a sigh of relief.

All of this, there was not a trace of expression on Ginger Cloud's face. Therefore, Huang Tu, who had always been secretly observing Ginger Cloud's demeanor, did not notice anything amiss.

In his eyes, Jiang Yun was merely sizing up the war hall before him.

With a slight cough, Huāng Tù spoke, "Our Huāng Clan has five palaces, each with its own function. This here is our War Palace, responsible for all matters of war. Brother Jiāng, please follow me!"

Ginger silently nodded, feeling the now completely calmed three streaks of desolate markings, following behind Aotu and walking towards the war hall.

Anyone who sees the diagram of a sacred beast will respectfully bow down before it.

Ginger Cloud deliberately glanced at these gatekeepers, finding that they were not members of the desolate tribe either, still being slaves of the desolate.

However, the moment he truly stepped into this War Hall, Jiang Yun immediately felt powerful divine senses sweeping over him.

Although he didn't see anyone, Jiang Yun was certain that the owners of these divine senses were all true members of the desolate race.

For this situation, Huángtú obviously knew, so he softly explained: “Brother Jiāng, please don’t mind, the War Hall is a sacred place for my clan. The defense is extremely strict, and even members of my clan cannot enter freely on a daily basis.”

Ginger nodded calmly and said, "It's alright!"

A-huang didn't say anything more, continuing to lead the way ahead, while Jiang Yun followed behind.

Looking at Huang Tu's back, Jiang Yun was already curious about this person's identity within the Huang Clan.

Although this young man didn't radiate any aura, through his age and demeanor, Jiang Yun could easily guess that the other party's cultivation was actually not high.

The most, just guarding the territory left and right.

However, his status within the Wild Clan should not be low.

Whether it was the guards at the city gate or the guards of this war hall, they were all extremely respectful to him.

But this War Hall, which even true clan members could not enter at will, he not only entered and exited freely, but was also very familiar with it, obviously coming here often.

After a moment, the two arrived before a grand hall. On either side of the entrance stood a middle-aged man.

Above their brow, Jiang Yun finally saw the deliberately revealed furrow.

Clearly, they are like the map of wilderness, truly people of the Wilderness Tribe.

And they were equally respectful towards the crude map, bowing immediately upon seeing it. However, the crude map simply waved its hand to stop them and asked, “Where is General Rough”

One of them cupped his fist and said, “General Huang went to the camp for an inspection.”

"Oh!"

Aotu nodded and gave a look of apology. Turning to Jiang Yun, he said, "I didn't expect General Huāng to be absent. Logically speaking, I should lead Brother Jiang to the military camp. However, since Brother Jiang is not yet one of our people, it's rather inconvenient."

Ginger Cloud said nonchalantly, "It's nothing, I can just come again next time!"

Just as Huantu was leading Jianyun about to turn and leave, a sound like silver bells suddenly rang out from within the great hall.

"Huo Tu, what brings you here today It's so nice to see you!"

From the main hall, amidst the sound of conversation, emerged a beautiful woman in a red dress. Her figure was curvaceous and alluring, her face adorned with a seductive smile. She bore a striking resemblance to Huangtu.

However, the lines of worry on her brow weren't just partially visible, they were completely there, taking the shape of a mass of gas.

Seeing this beautiful woman, Jiang Yun couldn't help but be slightly taken aback. It was obvious that the other party was the so-called "Wild General".

But Gingercloud never expected that the desolate general would be such a beautiful woman.

In his imagination, the hero must surely be a noble and extraordinary person, brave and valiant.

But Huantu's face was filled with surprise as he said, "Sister Huayu, you're back!"

A-hu nodded, and then turned his gaze to the person behind A-tu, addressing Jiang Yun: "And who is this"

Jiang Yun didn't speak, Huang Tu introduced: "This is Jiang Yun!"

"Sister, you already know about the recruitment order. He's the one I invited to join my desolate tribe army. This time, I brought him here to see what military position he can achieve."

Aroun looked Ginger Cloud up and down, a strange glimmer flashing in his beautiful eyes.

Although Gingercloud couldn't understand, Huangtu knew exactly what was going on.

Her own elder sister, should have also felt a sense of kinship in Ginger Cloud's presence.

After a moment, Huang Yu withdrew his gaze and said to Huang Tu, "Logically speaking, since you recommended this friend, your elder sister naturally has to give it importance."

"However, as you know this is a critical time, and discipline must be maintained. So, what kind of military position he can obtain, or even if he can join my Wild Tribe army, will depend on his abilities."

"That's right!" exclaimed Huotu.

Then Huoyu looked at Jiangyun again and said, "Jiangyun, since we are both cultivators, I will be straightforward. I will attack you. How much you can withstand will represent what kind of military position you can obtain."

"Good!"

As Jiang Yun nodded in agreement, Huang Yu's smile on his face suddenly disappeared, replaced by a grim expression.

And the qi-like mark between Huang Yu's brows also seemed to come alive, suddenly branching and spreading like foliage, covering her curvaceous body.

Under this desolate pattern's cover, from the body of Arah, a powerful aura emanates.

Feeling the breath, Jiang Yun's pupils involuntarily contracted slightly.

Because he was all too familiar with this kind of aura, it was murderous intent!

Only after experiencing too much carnage can one possess such a chilling aura!

Next, four words were uttered from Aragami's mouth: "Hundred Battles, Wilderness Demon!"

"Boom!"

As soon as the words left her mouth, the arcane markings covering her body immediately detached themselves and surged towards Jiang Yun like a torrential downpour, engulfing him completely in an instant.

Shrouded in the cloak of barren markings, Jiang Yun's vision immediately lost sight of the figures of Huang Yu and Huang Tu. In their place stood a battlefield.

And beside my ears, the roar of a monstrous battle filled the air.

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