"She really is Apostle of the Pretty God."
" The Pretty God is doing well too; she even has her own family now."
"Our Circus is going to have a saintess? What should she be called?"
Clown Girl!
Who called me?
"Nobody called you, go play somewhere else."
"..."
Qin Ze's gaze fell on the clan leader.
His relationship with the clan chief is somewhat similar to his relationship with Master Desolate at the beginning, as they both inherited power from each other's bloodline.
The difference is that the golden bloodline power in the clan leader's body is very thin.
But after all, it is Divine Vein. Even if it is only a tiny bit, and even if the clan leader is not a martial artist, his physical attributes have made a qualitative leap. He can easily defeat a Level One Martial Artist with one punch.
Bang--
The clan leader unleashed a powerful punch, causing the massive body of the anaconda to tremble.
Seeing this, the Dharma King said, "Stay calm, we can win."
Qin Ze was not optimistic.
If it were the clan leader at his peak, he might have been able to fight this anaconda to a standstill.
However, the poison in the clan leader's body has not been completely cured, and his strength has dropped drastically.
Whether the snake can be successfully slain depends on how effective the shaman is.
The anaconda dodged the chieftain's heavy punch while simultaneously attacking with its tail.
The clan leader had some skill; his movements subtly revealed the characteristics of a martial artist.
It can only be said that he has a good foundation. If he has the right training methods, Level Six Martial Artist should not be a problem at all.
Squeak--
The anaconda let out a sharp screech and then straightened its upper body.
It raised its head high, opened its blood-red maw to the sky, and spat out a human-shaped upper body.
Its upper body was covered in white mucus, and its head was covered in Medusa- like snake hair.
In those facial features, Qin Ze vaguely saw the shadow of the clan leader.
The Dharma King clicked his tongue in amazement. "Wow, this boss even has a second phase."
Upon seeing the second form of the anaconda, the chieftain flew into a rage.
The shaman behind him shouted, "It's deliberately trying to provoke you; don't fall into its trap!"
Qin Ze realized something. "The person the anaconda spat out must be the chieftain's child."
"The anaconda possesses a similar ability to devour, allowing it to absorb and utilize the power of what it devours."
"It's relentlessly pursuing this tribe, probably because it's after the sparse Divine Vein in the chieftain's body."
The clan chief took several deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down.
whoosh--
The clan chief pushed off with both feet and shot out like a cannonball.
He had no martial arts techniques, nor any ranged attack methods, so he could only try to close the distance with the enemy.
The anaconda's head of snake hair resembled a machine gun, constantly spraying green venom at the chieftain.
The venom is not only extremely toxic, but also highly corrosive.
Upon landing on the ground, the surrounding Huahua instantly died.
The chieftain had clearly anticipated the anaconda's venom and made a nimble maneuver in advance, quickly closing the distance to within half a step of the anaconda.
Bang bang bang--
Neither of them uses any fancy moves; they rely solely on the most primitive and brutal methods of attack.
After watching for a while, the Dharma King shook his head. "Human physical strength cannot compare with that of beasts."
"He can't maintain such a high frequency of output indefinitely."
"So you really don't plan to lend a hand?"
Without Qin Ze's off-field assistance, the clan chief would have fallen sooner or later.
Qin Ze shook his head upon hearing this.
Survival of the fittest; he didn't want to interfere with the course of life.
A fine sword is forged through tempering; only through rigorous training can it grow into a true civilization.
Brother Devour said, "The clan leader won't Size Transformation."
The Mist Lord said, "Judging from the people in this tribe right now, the power of the Size Transformation clashes with the power of the Divine Vein."
Those who can awaken the Size Transformation cannot possess Divine Vein, and those who possess Divine Vein cannot awaken the Size Transformation.
The shaman, who had been on the Sidelines the battlefield, plunged his bone staff heavily into the soil.
He opened his cloudy eyes, and the flowing lines in his eyes intertwined to form a six-pointed star pattern.
Immediately afterwards, an even larger six-pointed star bloomed at his feet.
Swish--
A beam of white light shone on the clan leader, instantly boosting his attributes and restoring a significant portion of his depleted stamina.
Brother Devour said, "No wonder this tribe has been able to survive in this perilous forest until now; the shaman played a significant role."
The shaman not only figured out the cultivation method on his own, but he was also a gifted individual who could cast blessings on friendly units.
The Clown said, "This old guy's spellcasting animation is too long. By the time his blessing is finished, the battle over there will almost be over."
If A Bing's spellcasting animation were this long, those old guys would have died countless times in team battles.
The Dharma King said, "To be fair, this old fellow's talent is quite formidable. Now, the clan leader's aura is approaching the peak of level one, and he can fight that long worm to a standstill."
The situation instantly Reversal of the Two Poles.
The chieftain had absolute dominance over the anaconda, hammering its head repeatedly.
Qin Ze said calmly, "Blessings come at a price."
Upon hearing this, everyone turned their attention back to the shaman, noticing that his aura was rapidly declining, faster than a rocket.
At the same time, his already aged body became even more withered, his eye sockets sunken, and his skin like the bark of a dead tree.
Qin Ze continued, "His blessing power comes from his own Source of Life; he is now forcibly extending the clan leader's life with his own."
The anaconda also realized this, and instead of confronting the peak-level clan leader head-on, it avoided his sharp edge and remained on the defensive.
Two minutes later, the witch was nothing but skin and bones.
May God bless our people!
After a shout, the shaman collapsed to the ground, his Source of Life completely drained.
A gentle breeze swept by, and the bone staff stuck in the ground turned into white bone dust, which drifted away with the wind.
Almost the instant the shaman collapsed, the clan leader's aura began to plummet.
The anaconda let out an excited screech, its mane spraying venom at an accelerated pace, and its attacks became increasingly rapid.
As his strength waned, the clan leader's reactions slowed, and his body was struck by several venomous splatters.
The venom corroded his body, leaving it riddled with holes. The chieftain knelt on one knee, his breath barely audible.
The anaconda slowly approached, its eyes gleaming with excitement.
Next came its favorite part: enjoying its delicious spoils.
"Surrender... and I'll give you a quick death..."
The anaconda looked down from its high perch, emitting strange syllables from its throat.
If the other party willingly sacrifices themselves, they will gain even more power.
The chieftain sneered, "The people of this tribe will never submit!"
After saying that, he quickly picked up a branch from the ground and plunged it into his neck.
Looking at the corpse on the ground, a hint of regret flashed in the anaconda's eyes.
It transformed back into its snake form, swallowed the chieftain's corpse whole, then looked in the direction where Lan and the clansmen had fled not long ago, and immediately gave chase.
The Dharma King said in a deep voice, "This is an attempt to wipe them out completely."
Brother Devour: "The tribespeople still have backbone; they'd rather break than bend."
Qin Ze said calmly, "The backbone of the Human Race is etched into their genes."