The Conch Horn's sound vanished, and the Mammoth Herd returned to normal, wagging their little tails as they happily trotted away.
It was as if nothing had happened.
But atop the cliff, Zhang Yang's Soul Force Field suddenly erupted. At the same time, he activated the Imprisonment Spell, locking onto the fiercest and most powerful Tiger Tribe warrior chief. In an instant, the fellow toppled stiffly to the ground like a drowning fish.
However, Zhang Yang only maintained the Imprisonment Spell for a few seconds. In the final second, he gave all the Tiger Tribe warriors a Soul Tremor—that was, he compressed the Soul Force Field to the critical point of materialization. At such a time, the Soul Force Field's deterrent power was overwhelmingly strong. Even Wu Yuan, a quasi-hero, could not withstand it.
Only after watching those ten previously arrogant Tiger Tribe warriors turn into gourds scattered all over the ground, sprawling this way and that, did Zhang Yang withdraw the Soul Force Field. Without a word, he confiscated every weapon on them first. Although such behavior was beneath the dignity of a soul warlock, cultivator, or mage, at a time like this, what use was dignity?
"Wu Yuan, what are you standing around for? Tie them all up for me!"
Wu Yuan, who had finally come to his senses, quickly joined in. A few minutes later, all ten Tiger Tribe warriors had been turned into zongzi. After recovering from the Soul Tremor, they roared and cursed furiously, but it was all useless.
"Wu Yuan, repeat the question from earlier. If they dare refuse to cooperate again, bleed them one by one." Zhang Yang spoke viciously. This sudden incident had cost him dearly. Although he did not care in the slightest if the entire Guada Tribe died, this matter