Natasha looked at the lifeless body of Imogen, the Lizardmen chieftain, and flung away the sword and shield from her hands.
At this moment, Yelena retrieved the Golden Scepter that had been thrown away and weighed it in her hand.
"This is the Supreme Scepter of the Lizardmen? Aside from being a bit heavy, it's nothing special~"
Natasha smiled and said, " Bridget said that activating the power of the Scepter requires the lifeblood of the Lizardmen."
"Huh?! Then this thing is completely useless to us?!" Yelena immediately threw it on the ground with utter disgust.
She stretched out her arms and gazed at the Lizardmen warriors, women, children, and the elderly amidst the distant ruins, asking, "What will happen to the remaining Lizardmen?"
Natasha glanced at her and said calmly, "This may just be a game Dungeon, but we can't cross the line of basic human decency! Let Bridget deal with these remnants of the Lizardmen herself..."
Yelena nodded. "Alright~ So who's the next target? The Tiger Tribe or the Bear Tribe?"
Natasha replied directly, " The Bear Tribe!"
Yelena snapped her the Snap: "Let's go then!"
Natasha raised her hand and drew a circle, opening Portal to the Bear Tribe's territory.
The Bear Tribe's residence, meeting hall.
Chieftain Bolenhal, leaning on the Clan-Protecting Precious Saber, sat regally on his chieftain's throne.
At this moment, his whole body was wrapped in bandages, his hair had turned snow-white, and his once very strong body had become somewhat hunched.
"This time, both the Bear Tribe and the Lizardmen suffered heavy losses, while the Tiger Tribe emerged unscathed. The situation on the Rampage Island has changed..."
The last remaining bear-man elder slammed his hand on the armrest and roared, "If that Goluk hadn't escaped halfway, how could my Bear Tribe have fallen to this state! The Tiger Tribe must give us an explanation!"
The Bear Tribe warrior captains present also echoed this sentiment.
"An explanation? Elder Nur, the Tiger Tribe are the strongest now, how could they possibly give us an explanation!"
" The Tiger Tribe are always cunning! We shouldn't have allied ourselves with them!"
"Stop talking nonsense! Chieftain, the Tiger Tribe of Rampage Island are now the only powerful race on the island. We must be on guard!"
"How can we defend ourselves? The Rampage Island is only so big; there's no way we can avoid it!"
"If you ask me, why don't we gather all the bear warriors now and charge in!"
"Great idea! The Tiger Tribe will definitely not expect us to launch a surprise attack now. We must wipe out at least half of the Tiger Tribe this time, otherwise we will have a hard time fighting them in the future!"
"Chief! Let's fight!"
"Chief! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"
"Yes, Chieftain!"
"Make a decision quickly, Chieftain!"
Bolenhal slammed his Clan-Protecting Precious Saber down, roaring, "Enough!"
He closed his eyes and waved his hand. "I'll think about it. You may all leave!"
"This... Chieftain..."
"Stop talking, let the clan leader think it over carefully!"
"Let's go, let's get our wounds treated first."
The high-ranking Bear Tribe left the meeting hall one after another.
Bolenhal, the chieftain of the Bear Tribe, bent over instantly.
"Cough cough cough cough!"
He clutched his chest and coughed violently.
"Damn it, this time my very essence was damaged, and my strength has decreased by at least 30%!"
At that moment, Natasha and Yelena, who were hiding in a corner of the hall, began to communicate telepathically.
Yelena: [Sister, shall we do it?]
Natasha: [No! Let me think! The Tiger Tribe's strength hasn't diminished; the two of us alone probably can't eliminate their Tiger Tribe, Goluk.]
Yelena: [What should we do?]
Natasha: [I've got it! Yelena, we'll do this in a bit...]
After coughing for a while, Bolenhal closed his eyes to regulate his breathing.
Suddenly, diamond-shaped, transparent Spatial Fragment rapidly formed a wall and quickly spread outwards.
Bolenhal's eyes snapped open, and he roared, "Who?!"
Natasha's hands moved swiftly, forming hand seals as she manipulated the Mirror Dimension to swallow Bolenhal.
Bolenhal felt a moment of mental confusion, and his expression changed drastically.
"Not good!"
He suddenly stood up, leaning on the Clan-Protecting Precious Saber.
Natasha's arms trembled violently, and the Mirror Dimension of the entire conference hall instantly twisted and deformed.
Bolenhal lost his footing and plummeted downwards.
By the time he realized what was happening, he was already standing upside down on the ceiling of the conference hall.
"What... what kind of bizarre method is this?!"
Natasha and Yelena jumped out from the corner and launched an attack without saying a word.
Yelena quickly formed hand seals, conjuring a series of cyan wind blades that shot towards Bolenhal.
Bolenhal held the Clan-Protecting Precious Saber in one hand and swung it into a dense net of blades.
'Jingle bells!'
Bolenhal roared as the wind blades were deflected by the sword shadows, "Who are you?!"
Natasha pulled with both hands, and the structure of the Mirror Dimension instantly disintegrated.
Bolenhal's feet slipped from his feet once more, and the waving net of blades vanished instantly.
Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!
More than ten wind blades instantly sliced through the bandages wrapped around his arms and chest.
"Mmm!"
Bolenhal groaned, his face turning deathly pale instantly.
He quickly reached out and grabbed a stone pillar nearby, then flipped over and jumped onto it.
Then, his legs buckled and he knelt down on one knee.
Yelena's hand seals were forming faster and faster.
In an instant, hundreds of Cyan Wind Blade condensed and circled around Bolenhal, relentlessly attacking him.
Bolenhal could only desperately swing his precious sword, deflecting the incoming wind blades, while shouting, "Stop! We can talk!"
Natasha pulled and pulled with both hands, changing the spatial structure once again.
Bolenhal instantly flipped 180 degrees, ending up upside down.
The net of knives he wielded immediately became chaotic.
More than ten wind blades seized the opportunity to pierce through the net of blades, cutting new wounds into his body.
Bolenhal, having suffered another devastating blow, went completely insane.
He roared furiously, "Ah! You forced me to this!"
"Beast Blood... Berserk!"
Bolenhal's massive body suddenly swelled up, and the bandages wrapped around his body shattered into pieces of white fragments.
The gleaming blade was instantly stained with a touch of blood.
" Violent Bear Mad Slash!"
The dense net of blades instantly transformed into crescent-shaped beams of light, shooting outwards in all directions.
'Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!'
All the hundreds of wind blades around him were deflected by the sword light.
Then, with a powerful push off the stone pillar with his thick legs, he transformed into a raging giant bear and charged wildly towards Natasha and Yelena.
Yelena ignored this, focusing intently on forming Hand Seal, controlling the wind blades that had been knocked away and the newly formed wind blades to surround and attack Bolenhal.
Natasha, her face pale, shifted the spatial structure, and the space around Bolenhal instantly transformed into four constantly rotating spatial vortexes.
The rotating and twisting forces from different directions gradually slowed Bolenhal's charge.
Bolenhal's ferocious bear-like face froze instantly.
"No!"
The next second, his body was dragged and fixed in place by four spatial vortexes.
"Ah!!!"
Bolenhal raised his Clan-Protecting Precious Saber and Wrath slashed at the spatial vortex on his right.
The condensed crimson blade light instantly pierced through the entire spatial vortex.
But the spatial vortex remained unharmed, continuing to spin and slow his body.
Just then, Yelena's wind blades swarmed in...
'Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!'
More than a hundred Cyan Wind Blade crisscrossed, cutting fine, fish-scale-like wounds into Bolenhal's body.
Blood gushed from these gruesome wounds, turning him into a blood-soaked figure.
At this moment, Bolenhal, who was somewhat dazed, suddenly realized that the pulling force from above, below, left, and right had increased rapidly.
His face showed an expression of utter terror.
"No!"
With that desperate roar, Bolenhal's magnificent body was torn to shreds by the four spatial vortexes.