I cultivate the Chaos Technique

Chapter 108 The Warbler Clan's Counterattack and a Battle of Wits

Holding a crystal that emitted a strange light, Zhang Yifan struggled through the territory of the Black Oriole Clan.

The jungle before him was lush and green, but the air was thick with a sense of oppression, as if countless sharp eyes were watching him at any moment.

Although the light emitted by the crystal temporarily threw the warblers into disarray, they did not give up their attack; on the contrary, they seemed even more enraged. Zhang Yifan knew that the predicament he faced was far more complex than he had anticipated.

He used his light to scare away the approaching warblers while remaining vigilant against a surprise attack from above.

The brilliance of crystal is not inexhaustible; its brightness and effectiveness are gradually diminishing.

Every time he turned the crystal, the light it emitted was like a lightning bolt piercing the night sky, instantly repelling the warbler birds that tried to approach. But the warbler birds seemed unwilling to give up, as a single, scattered attack was not enough to make them give up.

Zhang Yifan's heart pounded. He knew that if the crystal's light completely disappeared, he would be completely at a disadvantage.

At that moment, a series of urgent cries suddenly came from the sky. The warblers seemed to have realized Zhang Yifan's weakness. They began to scatter from high above, avoiding the light, in order to find a suitable angle to attack.

Zhang Yifan took a deep breath, trying his best to remain calm. He knew that if he relaxed even slightly, these warblers would pounce on him like a pack of bloodthirsty beasts and devour him completely.

The oppressive feeling of being surrounded was suffocating. Every time he turned his head to look at the sky, he could see several warblers swooping down quickly, each of them seemingly possessing extremely high aggression.

As time went by, Zhang Yifan found his steps growing heavier and heavier. He began to ponder whether he could use this opportunity to find some weaknesses in the Black Oriole Clan and thus turn the tide. Just as he anxiously observed his surroundings, he noticed some subtle differences.

Zhang Yifan gradually realized that these warblers seemed to rely heavily on signals from each other when launching attacks. When one warbler attacked, the others would adjust their attack angle and timing based on its actions.

This coordinated attack pattern makes the Warbler Clan's offensive exceptionally efficient, leaving virtually no loopholes to exploit.

At that moment, Zhang Yifan suddenly thought of a breakthrough. If he could disrupt the signal transmission between them, he might be able to break this tightly coordinated attack pattern, thereby greatly reducing the pressure he was facing.

He couldn't help but begin to observe the behavior patterns of these warblers more closely.

He discovered that before each attack, the warblers would emit a special call with a clear regularity in frequency and rhythm, which seemed to be the key to their communication.

Zhang Yifan keenly realized that this call was likely the core signal for their cooperation. If they could imitate this sound, they could disrupt the warblers' attack rhythm to some extent, and might even cause them to become confused.

To verify this hypothesis, Zhang Yifan began to concentrate, trying to capture the pattern of this call. He adjusted himself to his most sensitive state, carefully listening to the sounds coming from his surroundings.

After several attempts, he finally determined the tone and rhythm of these calls. Next, he used his spiritual power to gently adjust the frequency of his voice and began to imitate the calls.

After several attempts, he finally succeeded in imitating the call of a warbler. The moment he uttered his first call, several warblers immediately stopped flying. They looked at each other in confusion, clearly thinking that their companion had given a signal. But when they tried to continue their attack in the same way as before, they found that their coordination had suddenly become sluggish and uncoordinated.

Zhang Yifan seized the opportunity, quickly quickened his pace, and broke through the encirclement of the warblers.

However, as the warblers descended into chaos, Zhang Yifan did not celebrate excessively. He knew that the enemy was not so easily defeated. Sure enough, after a while, Zhang Yifan noticed that some of the older warblers were beginning to realize what was happening.

The older warblers fly with a rhythm that is noticeably different from the younger ones, and their eyes are sharper, as if they have already realized that something is wrong.

These experienced warblers began to actively adjust their signal transmission methods, no longer relying solely on calls, but using a more complex way to convey information—they formed special formations in the air and used the frequency and direction of wing flapping to transmit new signals.

This new signal method is extremely complex, and Zhang Yifan is almost unable to crack it in a short time.

Faced with new challenges, Zhang Yifan's mood grew increasingly heavy. The Black Oriole Clan clearly had no intention of letting him go easily, and the crystal's light was gradually weakening, unable to provide him with much protection anymore.

He knew that if he couldn't find a new way to deal with the attacks of these warblers soon, he would be in dire straits.

Just then, Zhang Yifan suddenly realized that since these warblers adjust their attack strategies through visual signals, he might be able to use the surrounding environment to disrupt their vision and thus gain a chance to catch his breath.

He began to look around, searching for something to block his view. After searching for a while, he discovered a swamp ahead, with bubbles rising from it and emitting wisps of white mist.

Zhang Yifan made a quick decision and ran towards the swamp. Although the warblers seemed hesitant and dared not approach easily, Zhang Yifan knew that the mist in the swamp would provide him with valuable cover.

As expected, as Zhang Yifan entered the swamp, the warblers seemed to become hesitant. They no longer pursued him directly as before, but hovered in the air, seemingly looking for a breakthrough.

Zhang Yifan used the mist of the swamp to conceal his figure. At the same time, he began to set up some simple illusion spells around the swamp. These illusion spells used the surrounding environment to completely blur the vision of the warbler birds, making it impossible for them to accurately find Zhang Yifan's whereabouts.

Just then, Zhang Yifan felt a strong sense of danger. A warbler swooped down and quickly approached him. It seemed to have spotted Zhang Yifan and was preparing to attack.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Yifan concentrated all his spiritual power, further enhancing the effect of the illusion. At the same time, he turned and used the vines in the swamp to swing behind a large rock.

Just as he took cover, the warbler's attack came crashing down, but it missed due to the fog and mist.

Protected by the maze and vines, Zhang Yifan seized the opportunity to continue his journey through the swamp. He carefully avoided the dangers lurking within, trying to make as little noise as possible.

As time went by, he finally found the path to the other side, where the protruding rocks and vines provided him with extremely solid support.

However, just when he thought he could break through smoothly, a series of urgent cries suddenly came from the sky. The warblers seemed to have regrouped and began to concentrate their strength to launch a final attack on him.

Zhang Yifan knew that he could not afford to relax at this moment. He concentrated all his spiritual power and cast a wind spell, crossing the center of the swamp at an extremely fast speed and rushing towards the other side.

In just a few minutes, Zhang Yifan finally broke through the encirclement of the warblers, successfully crossed the swamp, and escaped the pursuit of most of the warblers.

He stood panting on the opposite bank, looking back, and could still see the warblers circling in the air, but they no longer posed the same threat as before.

Nevertheless, Zhang Yifan did not stop. He continued walking towards the edge of the Black Oriole Clan's territory, knowing full well that this battle was not over. The Black Oriole Clan would not let him off easily, and he had to remain vigilant until he was completely out of this dangerous territory.