This Death Beast was captured by Chil'ok'eo at great personal cost; setting aside the damage it had already inflicted upon his kin, capturing another creature of such power would require at least six months, the lives of over thirty tribesmen, endless subterfuge, and sheer luck.

Thus, one could easily understand the rage and urgency in Chil'ok'eo's roar as he caught the clear trail of the fleeing enemy and commanded the pursuit. This time, he left no one behind to guard their home, for there was almost nothing left worth protecting there, and every single member of the Mosak tribe, young or old, male or female, was a warrior—the only difference being the degree of their strength.

Chil'ok'eo was certainly not a rash man; the losses the tribe had just sustained were mostly in domestic structure, and the tribe's overall combat power, fueled by anger, had only increased. It was obvious: only an enemy lacking strength would resort to so many insidious schemes. Therefore, he merely needed to crush them, to crush them before they could flee, which would be enough to shatter every plot in its cradle!

With the aid of high-powered binoculars, Fang Senyan easily distinguished Chief Chil'ok'eo from the other Na'vi. This wasn't due to any unique styling, remarkable bone structure, powerful physique, or extraordinary features, but simply because he was the only one riding such a fearsome Death Beast.

Contrary to previous assumptions, Chil'ok'eo looked every bit the withered old man. His back was slightly hunched, and his face was deeply etched with wrinkles, a prominent, blinding scar running from his left shoulder all the way down to just below his right ribcage! It looked as if the injury sustained years ago had been even slightly worse, it might have cleaved him clean in two!

What made him truly remarkable, however, was the viciousness hidden beneath his sharp gaze, like a whetted flint, ready to slowly shave out the very thoughts of others like wood shavings!

Faced with overwhelming hatred, all pleasantries were futile. The Mosak tribe approached the alien, massive fleshy base, the strange, colossal organic organs, and the spraying, messy fluids, with ruthless efficiency, dispatching their most expendable creatures, the Viper Wolves, to charge forward! (Viper Wolves wept internally: Why always us?)

The Spine Turrets began driving their pale-red spikes deep into the ground, firing them out hundreds of meters to engage the enemy. They formed a protective circle around the entire base, leaving no blind spots in their defense. What followed was similar to the previous beast tide, and needn't be elaborated upon. In short, the Mosak tribe’s initial probing attack was naturally repulsed. The only achievement from nearly three hundred Viper Wolves was reducing three Spine Stalks to scattered clouds of bloody mist; their corpses were quickly absorbed and corroded by the Creep Tumor.

“I wasn’t wrong, was I!” MCDH’s voice now held a note of suppressed panic. “Even the Mosak tribe’s probing attacks have proven effective. Thirty Spine Stalks sound impressive, but they are quite fragile without a massive vanguard of Zealots blocking the way. We still have time to leave.”

“No rush,” Fang Senyan replied with a slight smile, though his eyes were fixed on a spot behind the Zerg Lair, an open area where a massive, grey-white cocoon had begun twitching on the ground, seemingly eager for something inside to emerge.

Simultaneously, the vast majority of the Mosak tribesmen, believing they had gauged the enemy's strength, began shouting and charging forward. They led with a mixed melee contingent of Viper Wolves, Armored Steeds, and Brute Bulls, followed by the ranged Slinger troops. Of course, one must not forget that every Na'vi was an excellent archer, and the greatest threat came from those positioned furthest back.

These beastmasters held a status on the battlefield somewhat akin to snipers like MCDH; their dense volleys of long arrows, two meters in length and tipped with potent venom, resembled a spectacular nightmare.

Even the organ-structures that were struck rapidly withered, taking on the appearance of imminent decay.

The remaining twenty-eight Spine Stalks were exploding at an astonishing rate. MCDH’s face was completely grim, though thankfully, his ability to escape had largely recovered by now. For some inexplicable reason, he suddenly yearned to witness the cruel reality, to slap those three men across the face and see the shock and bewilderment in their expressions!

“This is good then; I suspect the suggestion I’m about to make will finally be taken seriously.”

MCDH thought with a sense of grim satisfaction. He had grown tired of the subtle, almost unconscious confidence radiating from the three men before him. This deliberate display of composure had, in a way, deeply wounded MCDH’s pride.

“You must understand, even Zi treats me with courtesy, and even Prince Starlord, who is on the cusp of becoming an Awakened, retreats before my rifle! If it weren't for her resurrection, why would I waste so much breath talking to you people!”

With the faint arrogance of one who has successfully foreseen the future, MCDH walked behind the three men and stated seriously, “Gentlemen, while these flesh structures can buy us thirty precious seconds, it is time to depart. The only fate awaiting anyone who stays is to be extruded through the excretory channels after being digested by these savage beasts or barbaric natives!”

Fang Senyan turned around, that infuriating smile still playing on his lips… “Oh, my friend, you think this is the end? No, the real show has just begun!”

“The real show?”

“My... God... what is that?” MCDH’s pupils suddenly constricted.

From his vantage point, he could now see the giant cocoon that had been secretly hatching behind the towering Lair! The instant the last Spine Stalk shattered, the "Wormhole Gate," the pinnacle of Zerg technology, burst forth from the cocoon and stood tall! The massive, terrifying gate capable of folding space and instantly deploying troops stood once again upon the soil of Pandora!

Over ten massive Mammoth Beasts, mixed with a tide of Zealots, poured out like a flood, bearing an unstoppable momentum and hysterical madness, slamming directly into the charging Mosak warriors!

At this point, the Mosak tribe had reached the core of the Zerg base, and several organ structures had already been blown apart. Therefore, according to their pact with the Great Mother Eywa, they were not violating the agreement between the two parties. Amidst piercing screams, the two forces clashed with extreme violence.

Fang Senyan’s fighting style was like a reef standing firm against a raging storm; wave after wave washed over him, yet he remained anchored in the turbulent waters! The impression he gave was that when these two forces met, one side was destined to be utterly shattered into fragments and dust!

The collision between the Mosak tribe and the Zerg, at this moment, resembled two flesh-grinding mills spinning rapidly together, consuming the lives of both sides at a frantic pace upon impact!

Amidst the swirling debris of shattered flesh, several more Zerg organ structures were brutally pulverized. The situation still appeared extremely unfavorable for the Zerg. The beast hordes of the Mosak tribe had advanced to occupy one-third of the base. The bloody stench hanging in the air acted like an adrenaline shot, stimulating every living thing.

Chil'ok'eo watched the unfolding events with a grim expression. Standing beside him were eleven individuals—the tribe’s elites who commanded Legendary Creatures. Hammerhead Thunder Beast Rider Oter should have been among them, but he now rested eternally in the embrace of the Earth Mother.

The battlefield once again settled into a grinding war of attrition. The Wormhole Gate continually managed to surge forth with a scattering of a few dozen Zealots and one or two Mammoth Beasts at the most critical moments, shoring up the lines just before collapse. It felt as if the Zerg defenses could be broken at any second, yet their tremendous resilience meant that no matter how hard the Mosak tribe pushed, they were only ever inches away!

Truly, only an inch away!

Perhaps just a few Viper Wolves, perhaps just one Slinger, perhaps even a few arrows shot from the rear could shatter the enemy's stubborn offensive—but on the battlefield, there were no 'if's or 'perhaps's.

This situation lasted for about a minute. Chief Chil'ok'eo raised the scepter clutched in his left hand, then pointed toward the three Legendary Creature Riders behind him. Compared to a few Viper Wolves, a Slinger, or even a few arrows, the strength of three full Legendary Creature Riders was hundreds, thousands of times greater!

This revealed the character of Chief Chil'ok'eo: he was a decisive man; once he committed to an attack, he would use overwhelming force, employing several times the necessary power to crush the enemy utterly in one blow!

But just as the three Legendary Creature Riders roared and plunged into the fray with unmatched momentum, the Zerg forces on the battlefield did one quick thing. They abandoned three previously heavily protected organ structures and tightened their defensive perimeter, making it smaller and denser. Simultaneously, seven or eight Drones began hatching new Spine Stalks upon the Creep Tumor. With this retreat, the situation immediately changed. Destroying those few massive organ structures had delayed them by less than thirty seconds.