God of Destruction

Chapter 10: War broke out

The night enveloped Wi Village in darkness, like a woven cloth decorated with the whisper of the wind and the rhythmic chirping of crickets.

Several villagers patrolled, their footsteps muffled by the dew-wet ground, moving silently in the darkness.

Among them is Wi Pek, an old man with ears sharper than an eagle. His sense of hearing picked up a sound - a low, deep and resonant hum, coming from the shadows beyond the rice fields.

Wi Pek's eyes, although clouded by the fog of age, radiated a spark of alertness. he recognized the voice instantly. It was Wi Rang, the black tiger, Wi Dung's pet.

Wi Rang, despite his wild blood, was raised in Wi Village since he was a tiger cub. He bears the surname Wi, proof of his acceptance in society, even though his lineage is different.

The patrol stopped, their breaths caught in their chests.

Wi Rang emerged from the darkness, a majestic silhouette under the moonlit sky. It was a creature of great power, its black fur gleaming like polished obsidian. it stopped in front of the villagers, its golden yellow eyes fixed on them, then let out a low, shuddering hum. It raised its claws, claws outstretched, and pointed them at the dense forest that bordered the village.

“It seems like the Fu Clan is making a move,” Wi Pek whispered, his voice barely audible above the noise of the night. The implied meaning in his words felt heavy in the air. The Fu Clan, renowned for its cruel martial arts and insatiable thirst for power, is on the move.

The villagers exchanged anxious glances. The Fu Clan's reputation preceded them, its terrifying legends whispered in hushed voices around shimmering campfires.

Their martial arts are brutal and efficient, honed over generations of conflict and bloodshed.

News of the Fu Clan's arrival spread like wildfire in the village. The peaceful rhythm of nightlife was shattered, replaced by frantic energy.

Villagers, armed with whatever they can find - farming tools, sharp sticks, even kitchen knives - prepare for the inevitable conflict.

they know they are far outnumbered, but they will defend their home, their family, and their way of life to the death.

Wi Dung stood at the front after hearing the news that the Fu Clan had returned. "We have to survive, we can't just give upthis life is ours. We unite for victory!” he shouted with burning passion. Although there were many people who had doubts, one thing was certain: they did not want to be oppressed by the Fu Clan.

"Long live the Wi Clan!" exclaimed one of the residents. from one voice, to ten, and growing, the echo of the cheers echoed throughout the village.

Even women, both young and old, as well as children, took up arms. This is their last line of defense. they know that if they don't fight, everything they love will be lost.

Meanwhile, inside his room, Wi Dar, the elder of the Wi Clan, couldn't fight. He lay weak, his body struggling with the pain from the wounds from the previous afternoon's fight.

"Hopefully the Patriarch returns quickly. Because only he can possibly handle it!" he mumbled, hope and doubt mixed into one.

With all his strength, he tried to get up. His hand reached for the weapon lying beside his bed, even though the wound was still open and causing him pain. However, his enthusiasm was no less strong. He knew that the Patriarch's existence was very important to the Wi Clan, and he hoped that he could provide support even in his weak state.

Outside, the sound of cheering grew stronger. The villagers are united, their fighting spirit is burning. They know that today is a day of reckoning, and they are ready to fight for their rights, for the life they love.

Wi Dar closed his eyes for a moment, gathering his strength, hoping to immediately join them and protect his village from the threat of the Fu Clan.

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At that time, hundreds of people came with complete weapons and armor made of iron. Their spears gleamed sharply under the moonlight, creating a terrifying and majestic sight.

"Destroy the Wi Clan!" shouted Fu Tao, Patriarch of the Fu Clan, releasing his orders with a resounding voice, shaking the spirits of his soldiers.

on the other side, Wi Dung also shouted, "Release the arrow!" His voice was full of courage, moving the hearts of the village defenders.

About a dozen people stood at the ruins of Wi Village's gate, ready to fight. They raised their bows and released arrows, which whizzed against the wind.

Swoosh!

Swoosh!

The wind whistled, accompanied by enthusiastic shouts from both parties. The atmosphere became increasingly tense, every second felt like a year.

Wi Dung stepped forward, taking over the leadership position previously held by the injured Wi Dar. he knew that this was a fateful moment for the Wi Clan. His sword gleamed with fiery energy, a light that radiated courage and determination.

Beside him, Wi Rang, the loyal black tiger, protected Wi Dung with agile movements. wi Rang anticipated every attack that came, his claws ready to tear apart any enemy who dared to approach. With its sharp instincts, the tiger becomes an invaluable ally in this battle.

When attacks from the Fu Clan began to rain down on them, Wi Dung showed extraordinary courage. he moved quickly, leading the counterattack with great strategy. Every move of his sword was a mix of power and grace, cutting down any opponent who tried to break through their defenses.

The other villagers, inspired by Wi Dung's courage and Wi Rang's strength, fought wholeheartedly. They are not only fighting for themselves, but for the entire village, for a better future.

The sound of shouts and the clanging of weapons filled the air, creating a symphony of courage and tension.

The battle between the Wi Clan and the Fu Clan was getting fiercer. With each attack launched, hope and fear stepped aside in turn. however, in the hearts of every Wi Clan warrior, there was the belief that they would not give up. They will fight to the last drop of blood to defend their home and homeland.