"This is a witchcraft of our tribe. By burning the corpses of demonic beasts, we gather clouds of deathly baleful energy to provide our tribe with some protection," Chief Matu said.
Taoxiang nodded slightly. While searching the island, they had indeed discovered quite a few demonic creatures lurking about.
Although the White Fang Witch Race appeared to have quite a number of warriors, there were still many elderly, weak, women, and children with little strength who could not contend with demonic creatures. Especially when the warriors went out to hunt, it was only natural to have some means of self-defense.
Shen Luo was quite interested in the Witch Script around the furnace and controlled Ghost Vine Venerable to stop and examine it carefully.
"From the looks of it, Fellow Daoist Ghost Vine has also studied Witch Script?" Tian Sanqi walked over and asked.
"Not at all. I am merely an independent cultivator with shallow knowledge, unlike Fellow Daoist Tian, who comes from a prestigious school. How would I understand any Witch Script? I simply found these inscriptions rather profound and took a few extra looks," Ghost Vine Venerable said blandly, withdrawing his gaze.
Tian Sanqi nodded noncommittally, glanced at Ghost Vine Venerable again, then looked away.
Inside the Free-and-Easy Mirror, Shen Luo had learned from Ghost Vine Venerable's earlier account that Tian Sanqi possessed a Magic Treasure called the Azure Soul Pearl, which excelled at sensing auras. Could this man have detected his presence?
His heart tightened, and he became even more vigilant, concealing his aura.
Before long, the group arrived in the depths of the valley. This was the White Fang Witch Race's residential area, where many of the tribe's elderly, weak, women, and children lived. They watched Shen Luo and the others curiously, but no one came forward