The Nighthawk King spread out his ten-foot-long black wings, covering half of the waning moon.

The nest of this clan was built on a cliff thousands of feet high, and was surrounded by dark fog that could block spiritual consciousness.

The Fox King came in the moonlight, with six fox tails looming in the mist. The Civet Cat King arrived last, with the broken tail still entangled with the Lihuo scar left by Xiang Chen.

"That little rat is too arrogant." The Nighthawk King spoke first, his sharp claws scratching deep grooves on the rock: "He actually wants to use our three tribes as cannon fodder."

The Fox King narrowed his amber pupils and said, "The Iron-Eating Beast Tribe promised to give us the Gold-Eating Rat Tribe's territory after the matter is completed."

It threw out a roll of animal skin, on which the covenant was recorded using the fox tribe's secret technique.

The raccoon cat king used his tail to gather magic power and drew a topographic map on the ground: "After the war begins, my tribe will be responsible for cutting off the rat tribe's retreat."

It drew a cross at the Shudao Gorge, "This place is easy to defend but difficult to attack, just the right time to close the door and beat the dog."

"My tribe attacked from the air."

King Nighthawk pointed to the Rat Clan camp and said, "Kill their commander."

Its sharp claws poked hard at Xiang Chen's tent.

The fox king stretched out his six tails and set up an illusion array on the sand table: "My tribe is good at confusing people. After the battle begins, we will pretend to charge. When the rat tribe and the iron-eating beasts are fighting fiercely, we will attack their baggage camp from the flank."

"After it's done,"

The Fox King licked his paws and said, "I'm going to eat Xiang Chen alive!"

A hint of cruelty flashed in its pupils.

The Nighthawk King sneered: "I will make the Rat King and the Rat Queen my slaves!"

It spread its wings, revealing the scars from being pierced by rat-folk arrows.

The morning mist had not yet dissipated, and the bamboo sea in southern Sichuan was shrouded in a blue-gray color. The nighthawks spread their ten-foot-long black wings and hovered over the bamboo forest, their sharp eagle eyes scanning the surroundings. The bamboo leaves rustled, but there was no trace of a mouse.

The fox king swung his tail lightly, and magic runes flowed in his amber pupils, trying to see through the illusion and see if there were any magic formations around.

The raccoon cat king also hid his eyes and looked at everything around him.

"Could those little rats have escaped?" The Nighthawk King crushed a piece of rock with his sharp claws, and the rubble rolled down into the deep ravine.

The Fox King sneered: "I'm afraid he has been frightened by the iron-eating beast and is hiding in his cave trembling."

Before he finished speaking, the sound of war drums could be heard in the distance. An army of 30,000 iron-eating beasts crushed the mist, and the leader, Xiong Ba, carried a giant hammer with thunder patterns on his shoulders. Every step he took made the ground tremble.

When he saw the empty battlefield, his copper bell-like bear eyes almost spewed fire: "Is this the dragnet you mentioned?!"

We agreed to gather here and work together to deal with the attack of the iron-eating beasts, but where are they?

When the iron-eating beasts came here, they were a little confused when they saw the three tribes opposite. Why were there only these three tribes?

Xiong Ba looked at the three tribes and said angrily, "Where are the Civet Cat King, Fox King, Nighthawk King, and Gold-Eating Rat Tribe?"

"This - Your Majesty, we don't know either."

"Yes, we agreed to gather here to surround you."

"We wondered why we didn't see them."

The kings of the three tribes also gave explanations.

However, at this time, the ground roared and surged, and countless sunken holes suddenly appeared in the bamboo sea. A large number of rat warriors wearing dark gold armor poured out of the holes. As soon as they came out, their positions, geographical environment, and distribution just combined to form a large formation!

As the leaders of the three tribes hurriedly explained, a metallic humming sound suddenly sounded from the depths of the bamboo sea. The first purple-veined thunder bamboo exploded, and a dark golden torrent gushed out from the cracks in the earth veins—a hundred thousand gold-eating rat soldiers were wearing fire armor, and each piece of armor was engraved with twisted gold-eating runes.

The moment they landed, eight thousand black iron piles buried under the bamboo sea lit up at the same time, and the spiritual energy of the earth veins was forcibly extracted, interweaving into a blood-colored formation in mid-air.

"Ten Thousand Rats Devouring the Sky Formation, activate!"

Xiang Chen's voice came from the center of the formation. He stepped on the Lihuo Wheel, and the Thunder and Fire Whip in his hand was wrapped around the thunder that was refined when he swallowed the heavenly tribulation.

One hundred thousand rat soldiers screamed in unison, the sound waves shattered the bamboo leaves for a hundred miles, and those fallen leaves actually condensed into sharp metal blades in the air!

Before the army of iron-eating beasts formed a battle array, the entire bamboo sea suddenly came alive. The thunder bamboos that had been eroded by the magic of the gold-eating rats turned into thousands of steel spears, and the bamboo joints burst and shot out poisonous iron caltrops.

Xiong Ba swung his hammer to smash a piece of the bamboo spear, but found that the debris melted as soon as it hit the ground, turning into liquid metal that wrapped around the bear's feet.

"Use thunder to break the formation!" Xiong Ba roared, and thirty thousand iron-eating beasts activated their innate thunder patterns at the same time.

However, when the thunder struck the metal bamboo sea, it was absorbed by Xiang Chen's Lihuo Shield and turned into nourishment for the Thunder and Fire Whip in Xiang Chen's hand.

The fox illusionist was about to form a formation, but found that the soil under his feet turned into a flowing metal swamp. The nighthawk warrior tried to take off, but was crushed by the blood-colored formation above the bamboo sea - that was the anti-air formation that Xiang Chen had set up here in advance.

The worst hit were the civet cats. They dug their sharp claws into the ground to gain leverage, but were instead enveloped by the liquid metal gushing out from the ground.

Xiang Chen's sneer echoed throughout the battlefield: "You are courting death!"

When Xiong Ba finally broke through the bamboo spear formation, the scene before him made him furious.

Most of the 150,000-strong coalition army of the three tribes had been swallowed up by the metal swamp, and the remaining Nighthawk warriors were nailed to bamboo poles by their own feathers - those feathers had long been assimilated into metal blades by the gold-eating spell.

Xiang Chen was suspended in the center of the formation, and the Hundred Refining Divine Furnace turned into a hundred-foot furnace, swallowing up all the blood, souls, and broken weapons on the battlefield.

"Blind Bear, it's your turn." Xiang Chen grinned, revealing a cold smile.

Xiong Ba roared to the sky, and the aura of the Eternal Immortal shattered the ten-mile bamboo forest.

His body expanded to a hundred feet, and the giant hammer with thunder patterns aroused the nine-day tribulation cloud: "Rat! The gap between the true immortal and the celestial being cannot be filled by tricks!"

With one hammer strike, the space shattered like a mirror. Xiang Chen turned into liquid metal and dispersed, then condensed and formed behind Xiong Ba. The Thunder and Fire Whip whipped his neck, leaving a string of blood beads.

"Who said I'm only at the Heavenly Man level?" Xiang Chen suddenly crushed the seal on his palm.

The Ten Thousand Rat Devouring Heaven Formation spun wildly, and 100,000 rat soldiers cut their front paws at the same time, and their blood flowed into the center of the formation. A blood-colored vortex appeared above the battlefield, forcibly triggering the eternal heavenly calamity!

Under Xiong Ba's horrified gaze, Xiang Chen rushed into the sky on the thunderbolt. Nine purple-gold thunder dragons struck him, but were absorbed by the immortal divine pattern on his chest.

When the last ray of lightning dissipated, the Taoist pattern of Eternal True Immortal had already appeared on his forehead!

"Now, what do you want to do?" Xiang Chen's voice was icy cold. He clenched his hands, and the metal elements of the entire bamboo sea condensed into a thousand-foot-long spear.

Xiong Ba swung his hammer to block, but found that the hammer head was being corroded by the gold-eating spell.

The moment the spear pierced Xiong Ba's heart, Xiang Chen activated the Devouring Technique. The majestic blood of the Eternal True Immortal was drawn out and condensed into a blood-red star above the battlefield.

When the last ray of lightning dissipated, the bamboo sea had turned into a metal desert. The leaders of the three tribes were transformed into puppets and knelt in front of the army, and Xiong Ba's head was hung high under the blood-red stars.

Xiang Chen stepped on the spine of the Iron-eating Beast King and walked towards the sky. Under his feet, 100,000 rats roared in unison, and the sound waves shattered the clouds: "The nine states of mountains and seas, the rats, must stand!"