I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 1095: Chapter 671: Fierce Battle with 8th-Tier Behemoth, Bait

Outside San Tuo Mountain, the desolate wilderness stretched endlessly.

The Beastman Army halted more than ten kilometers away from the mountain’s base, gazing intently at the range in the distance.

Under the gray sky, a thin layer of black mist shrouded San Tuo Mountain. The entire range was eerily silent, with no bird calls or insect chirps, devoid of any sign of life. The only thing present was the chilling aura emanating from deep within the mountain, pressing weightily on the minds of every Beastman.

"Your Highness, this is San Tuo Mountain." The Fox Race member stood beside Amond, their voice sharp and piercing, elongated eyes slightly narrowed, nostrils flaring subtly, "I can already smell the Stele Demons inside, there are many, and their aura is mixed. Seizing the treasure within won’t be easy."

Amond didn’t respond, his oppressive golden eyes fixated tightly on the distant mountain range, his gaze piercing through the black mist as if it were tangible.

He spoke, voice deep and commanding: "Mere Stele Demons, can they stop my Golden Behemoth army? I’m personally leading this time, let’s see who can stop me?"

With that, Amond waved a large hand: "Move out!"

"Roar!!!"

The Beastman Army roared in unison, the sound wave surged skywards, reverberating through the valleys. Each eye burned with fervor, battle intent boiling, their muscles quivering slightly with excitement.

His Highness Amond’s title within the Golden Behemoth Race was "War God," invincible, undefeated.

No matter if the path ahead was a mountain of daggers, a sea of fire, or the Purgatory Abyss, as long as His Highness Amond stood at the forefront, they feared nothing.

The Beastmen strode forward, rapidly advancing towards San Tuo Mountain, their footsteps resounding like war drums, heavy iron boots treading the wasteland, kicking up clouds of dust.

However, just as the troops reached midway—

Amond suddenly halted.

He abruptly raised his head, and in front of him, amidst the air, a figure had unknowingly appeared there, hovering dozens of meters above the ground, their robe fluttering in the wind.

It was a human male, with a stern face, clad in black, standing tall, holding a pitch-black long blade in hand.

"This road is blocked."

The plain voice resounded through the sky, spoken in pure Beastman Common Language, clear and precise.

In an instant, all the Beastmen raised their heads, looking at the human who didn’t know his place.

In their eyes simultaneously flickered emotions of anger, contempt, mockery—a mere human dared to stand before them and brazenly declare "this road is blocked"?

In the human race, are there fools more stupid than the Pigfolk?

"Seeking death!"

Amond was also stirred to some anger by the sudden appearance of this human, but he didn’t even bother to speak. Raising his hand, he unleashed a punch, golden Spiritual Energy erupted from his fist like a volcanic eruption, condensing into a roaring golden lion in mid-air, its mouth a bloody maw, carrying a terrifying might as it lunged towards Qin Tian.

Lion Emperor Fist—a top-tier Martial Technique of the Beastmen, the exclusive secret of the Golden Behemoth Race.

This punch harnessed the pure power and Spiritual Energy of a Tier Eight Royal Family, capable of shattering a small mountain to rubble.

The Beastmen sneered as they watched the golden lion battle qi, as if already envisioning that human being blasted into countless fragments.

Yet, in the next moment—

The Beastmen only felt a blur before their eyes, as if a violet-gold lightning flashed through their vision, the light too fast to even blink, like a lightning bolt streaking through the night.

Then, the enormous golden lion suddenly shattered in an instant.

The Spiritual Energy splintered like shattered glass flying in all directions, trailing thin golden traces in the air, vanishing into the wind.

The Beastmen were stunned, thousands of eyes widened simultaneously, some instinctively rubbed their eyes, thinking they were mistaken. The "War God" His Highness’s Lion Emperor Fist, was effortlessly dispelled by a human?

Even Amond’s eyes narrowed, the disdain and impatience in those golden pupils slowly fading. Though not yet serious, he began to properly assess the opponent before him.

"Human, who are you?" Amond asked, his voice still deep, but the tone was less casual, more scrutinizing.

"Empire Major General, Qin Tian." The man’s reply was plain and succinct.

Oh? A Major General even.

Amond’s eyes flickered, yet he still didn’t think much of it.

A mere human Major General couldn’t be compared to him, a Tier Eight Golden Behemoth, whether by status or strength.

Though that slash dispelled his Lion Emperor Fist, it meant nothing.

"Human, I don’t care who you are." Amond’s voice returned to being cold and hard, "If you don’t want to die, get out of the way."

Qin Tian calmly looked at him: "The Dongfang Clan orders me to guard this place, no one is allowed to approach. The Celestial Stele is an Empire Divine Artifact, and the Celestial Stele Secret Realm is within the Empire’s territorial domain. If you get any closer to San Tuo Mountain, you’ll be invading the Empire’s territory, you’ll bear the consequences."

"Oh? Threatening me?"

Amond was infuriated by Qin Tian’s words, he laughed.

This human was utterly foolish, here was the Celestial Stele Secret Realm, a battlefield.

Upon entering here, any pretense between humans and Beastmen was torn apart, leaving only bare survival.

Moreover, when the humans transported the Beastman Army to the Secret Realm’s most perilous center, leaving them to be ambushed unprepared by the Stele Demons, causing significant losses—he hadn’t even settled that score with the humans, yet a mere Major General dared to threaten him face to face?