I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1319 1323: Why Should I Care Whether They Live or Die?

It was an ordinary day at the Altar on Beast God Island, as a Snow Stepping Beast wandered leisurely nearby as usual.
On this Beast God Island, Warcarft naturally maintained a harmonious coexistence with humans. Additionally, this Altar housed the largest number of high-grade Warcraft on the entire Stigma Continent, with even a top-level Demigod Warcraft stationed here, allowing their days to pass comfortably.
The Snow Stepping Beast was a Demi-Saint level Warcraft, intending to stroll around, hunt a couple of high-grade Warcraft for a snack, and then head back to its lair to sleep—a simple yet joy-filled day.
The Altar might sound like a place for offerings but it's not. It was once a training ground for an Ancient Martial Artist who had broken through to the True God Realm, hence its name.
This top-level Demigod Warcraft was the contract Warcraft of the martial artist back then. Once he broke through, he voluntarily released the contract and journeyed to other high-grade worlds.
However, just as the Snow Stepping Beast stepped out of the Altar's area, a large shadow suddenly appeared in the sky.
It didn't give it much thought, thinking perhaps it was about to rain, which would conveniently wash its dirty fur.
But a few seconds later, it noticed something wrong. Damn, it's not clouds! It's a dense mass of human warriors!
With intelligence close to humans, the Snow Stepping Beast knew that humans seldom ventured here due to the presence of the Demigod Beast. At most, one or two warriors might sneak in.
Judging by the scale, there were at least hundreds of thousands, possibly millions of warriors.
Are humans having a massive celebration, or did they get high without peanuts today? How dare they!
As the Snow Stepping Beast froze for a moment, those human warriors already reached it.
"Look quick, there's a Demi-Saint level Snow Stepping Beast!" A group of Demi-Saint and Wheel Mystery Peak Level warriors spotted it and immediately dived down towards the Snow Stepping Beast.
The Snow Stepping Beast prepared for battle. Being a top-level Demi-Saint Warcraft, it never feared fighting; besides, it hadn't exercised in a while.
But in the next second, it turned and bolted. Damn, with thousands of Demi-Saint and Wheel Mystery Peak Level warriors charging, no matter how strong it was, it couldn't match them!
Yet, in that moment of hesitation, it was already surrounded by human warriors, plunging it into despair.
It wasn't the expected barrage of attacks that came, but thousands of colorful spheres.
"Is this a new magical treasure of humans?" Before it could react, thousands of spheres pitter-pattered on it.
With a flash of red light, it was sucked into one of the spheres.
However, being a Demi-Saint Warcraft, the success rate of capturing it in one go was very low. In less than a second, it burst out of the sphere, only to be submerged by hundreds of spheres again.
The warriors' luck seemed poor; despite throwing hundreds of attempts, none managed to capture it.
"Plan B!" The group of warriors decided to switch strategies, showing fierce expressions.
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A few minutes later, the Snow Stepping Beast lay on the ground with its head bloodied. After a warrior's sphere captured it and wobbled twice, a spark indicated it had been tamed.
"Hahaha, it's mine now!" A Demi-Saint beamed with excitement. Among Demi-Saint Warcraft, the Snow Stepping Beast had an exceptional bloodline.
He had struggled for thousands of years without forming a Warcraft contract, but after purchasing these spheres, he obtained his desired Warcraft within days. It was a dream come true.
"Lucky bast—!"
"He got off cheap!"
"Should we snatch it?"
"Snatch what? With so many Warcraft here, I'm sure I'll get my turn. Let's keep moving forward!"
The other warriors composed themselves and continued deeper into the Altar.
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Half an hour later, Zhang Menglong and Feng Cong also reached the perimeter of the Altar, witnessing the spectacle before them.
Groups of warriors surrounded various Warcraft, either fighting fiercely or crazily throwing spheres.
The Warcraft looked as if they were about to cry. What was with humans today? Hurling spheres at them non-stop or chasing and beating them relentlessly. Even in death, they left them with a breath.
A Warcraft lay on the ground, enduring repeated punches from a warrior followed by sphere attempts—it was pure torment.
This batch of warriors weren't only from Beast God Island but from across the entire Stigma Continent, so the number of Saints far exceeded that of Warcraft, practically stirring up a Warcraft nest.
If Zhang Menglong had ventured in alone, it would definitely be Warcraft chasing them.
But now, with so many warriors here, it was humans chasing Warcraft. The creatures could hardly escape, let alone bother with them.
Zhang Menglong and Feng Cong strolled around the Altar, eating popsicles like it was a spring outing.
This maneuver amazed Xiao Bai and the Star Wish Beast. Was this really a method conceived by carbon-based beings? As expected of Zhang Menglong!
They easily crossed the area dense with Warcraft to reach the Altar's core. The energy from Feng Cong began to uncontrollably leak, resonating with the remaining fragment of his life pattern within him.
"No need to go further," Feng Cong halted, saying, "This distance is enough for me to summon it back!"
Floating in the air, his incomplete life pattern emerged from his brow, emitting a golden glow.
Moments later, a ripple spread like an electric signal across the Altar's center.
In an unremarkable corner at the Altar's center, a life pattern, covered in dust, suddenly darted towards Feng Cong.
In an instant, the life pattern returned, finally restoring the one Feng Cong lost for millennia, nearly moving him to tears.
As the life pattern settled back within him, Feng Cong's realm returned to Wheel Mystery Peak. Due to his mindset improvement over the years, his realm not only didn't regress but showed faint signs of breaking through to Demi-Saint, deserving of his genius of the Stigma Continent!
"Awoooo!"
Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed from the Altar's depths as a terrifying aura began to awaken and spread.
"That big guy's awake!" the Star Wish Beast remarked!
Normally, the Demigod Warcraft slept at the Altar's center, only waking for major events, indifferent to the fate of other Warcraft.
But this time, humans went too far, disrupting the Altar's usual silence, prompting its awakening. This power resembled a Demon God, several times stronger than the Soul-devouring Beast!
"We're doomed, we can't leave now!" Feng Cong felt the Altar's vicinity was enveloped by a tangible energy.
"Why panic? Let's go, let's go!" Zhang Menglong pulled out a kunai inscribed with a Flying Thunder God mark, "I left a mark elsewhere long ago."
"What about the others?" Feng Cong asked.
"I didn't invite them! They came willingly, why should I care?" Zhang Menglong activated the kunai, leaving the Altar with the Flying Thunder God.
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