Face-Off
Seeing so many menacing insects crawling out of the old Black man's body, the translator, Xiao Lin, was so frightened that he couldn't help crying out.
"So many bugs!"
"Yeah! So many bugs!"
Li Bai lightly stamped his foot.
Boom!
The noise wasn't loud, but all the insects were jolted onto their backs. Their arthropod limbs continued waving wildly, but soon they stopped moving.
With just one stomp, he had killed them all on the spot. Not a single one survived.
"Pfft!~"
The snakes and insects on his body had all died cleanly. Whether it was because of the connection to the witchcraft, because he was enraged, or because he had been shaken by the fluctuations of Gang Qi from that stomp, the old Black man spat out another mouthful of blood and wilted. He was visibly breathing out but not breathing in.
This was with Li Bai using only a little martial power. If he brought out Qingyao Demoness's Flood Dragon Scale, the entire hall would probably become lively.
"Heretic, what did you do?"
Several indigenous Wizards strode over, followed by two burly men with bulging muscles and murderous auras.
"They're Witch Puppets! They're not alive anymore!"
When they saw the two burly men, each nearly twice as tall as an ordinary person, the young Wizard of the Papagana Tribe took a closer look and couldn't help inhaling sharply.
It was said that among the Black Wizards, there was an extremely evil form of witchcraft that could refine the strongest warriors alive into terrifying Witch Puppets. They possessed immense strength and knew neither pain nor fear. Even if they were hit by bullets, it would take at least thirty or forty shots to truly kill them.
Anyone who encountered such a monster would have no choice but death,