"Hahaha, it's broken through! It's broken through!"
"How many years has it been? This damn boundary has finally shattered! Has the turning point in our Bitter Barbarians' fate finally arrived?"
"Brothers, the sheep of the human domain have grown fat and are just waiting for us to slaughter! Hahaha!"
"Tsk tsk, so this is the human domain that our ancestors always spoke of!"
"We're coming!"
"Race of man — tremble!"
The Border Monument Realm in the Northwestern Wasteland collapsed like a succession of mountain ranges, crumbling apart at a pace that bordered on despair.
That suffocating, crushing momentum left the members of the Moon God Sect pale-faced, their beautiful eyes brimming with terror and dread.
Even the High Priest, always calm and composed, was momentarily frozen in shock.
Figures poured through from the other side of the Border Monument Realm like a swarm of river fish, frenzied, relentless, flooding in without end.
It was as though the other side of the Border Monument was hell itself, and this side was paradise.
These people were visibly distinct from the human race. Each one was broad-shouldered and thick-limbed, half a head taller on average than humans. Bare-chested, their backs, chests, and arms were covered in slabs of muscle that looked as if they had been cast from bronze and forged from iron, pulsing with explosive power.
Around their waists they wore short skirts of beast hide, or were bound with all manner of peculiar leaves, and some wore nothing but a ring of odd ornaments.
Most of their faces were painted with strange, intricate patterns that made them look even more unsettling. Their hairstyles varied wildly — some were bald, some had long hair draped over their shoulders, some wore their hair in ridge-and-furrow styles, and others perched bizarre ornaments right on top of their heads.
The overall impression was utterly alien compared to the human race.
The most striking difference, without question, was their skin color. Perhaps owing to geography and environment, the Bitter Barbarians all had skin that leaned toward a deep bronze, a wheat-brown hue.
Of course, the Bitter Barbarians' most defining feature was unmistakably their noses. The noses of the Bitter Barbarians were enormous — so large they occupied nearly a third of their entire faces. This made them instantly recognizable.
This surging tide of figures could only be the Bitter Barbarians!
Those bronze-cast muscles, those savage and frenzied eyes, that brazen and uninhibited bearing — every detail proclaimed them to be a staggeringly fierce and warlike people.
Wave after wave surged through, like a river bursting its levee. The Bitter Barbarian warriors poured in like schools of fish, relentless and unstoppable.
Before long, the flood of bodies swallowed the Moon God Sect members entirely, surrounding them in every direction.
The Moon God Sect had come to the border with only the three High Priests and a small cadre of trusted followers — fewer than thirty people in all.
Yet the Bitter Barbarians continued pouring in by the thousands with every passing breath. Within the span of a few seconds, tens of thousands had already arrived.
With the Moon God Sect — three High Priests included — completely cut off, there was simply no time to flee. They were buried in a sea of Bitter Barbarian bodies.
"Oh ho! What fortune! The moment the Border Monument breaks, there are all these lovely beauties waiting for us — if that's not luck, what is?"
"Tsk tsk, they say the women of the human race are made of water, and it seems our ancestors weren't lying to us!"
"Hahaha, I finally understand why our Bitter Barbarian forebears were so obsessed with human territory. Tsk tsk, just look at them — absolutely exquisite."
"One after another, every single one is stunning! Ha ha, our luck with the ladies is unreal, absolutely unreal!"
The Bitter Barbarian warriors had formed a ring at least a dozen layers deep around them. Every pair of eyes glinted with lecherous hunger. If not for the fact that their leaders hadn't yet given the word, some of the more impatient barbarians would have lunged forward to seize women right then and there.
Even so, they fidgeted and jostled, barely restrained, waiting for the command.
"Ooh, ooh!"
The Bitter Barbarian warriors linked shoulders and hopped up and down in place, letting out all manner of strange cries — clearly celebrating, singing and dancing. The more shameless among them grope themselves obscenely, making the most vulgar gestures imaginable.
On the Moon God Sect's side, having been encircled by tens of thousands of Bitter Barbarian warriors, every direction presented nothing but barbarian faces stretching to the horizon.
Some of the younger, more timorous disciples had already gone sheet-white with fright, shrinking behind the three High Priests. But no matter where they ducked or tried to hide, they were met on every side by a wall of Bitter Barbarian faces twisted with crude, lecherous grins.
The barbarian warriors kept howling like beasts, making all sorts of depraved gestures with their hands. Some even untied the scant coverings at their waists and began thrusting their hips forward, shaking themselves with obscene abandon — as vulgar as vulgarity could possibly be.