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This thing is so fierce that, just based on the faintly flashing "v" symbol in that red light, I can be certain of it.
The "v" symbol is a rather special mark. It has appeared in various civilizations and generally symbolizes victory. Many religions also feature this symbol, but now, in most civilizations, it is merely an ordinary sign.
V represents victory, it is the Roman numeral for five, a symbol, a belief, and most importantly, it resides deep within the hearts of all who cherish democracy. However, in the Pacific region, it symbolizes evil; v is like the tip of a sharp arrow, a terrifying symbol for the Austronesian people.
On the Pacific islands, Dark Sorcerers use this character when casting certain spells.
The demon has a "v" appearing on its forehead, indicating that it is a ghost raised by a Dark Sorcerer!
It was commonly thought that only Thai Necromancers engaged in such dark practices. Who would have thought that such sorcery also exists in the South Pacific?
Many shamans treat these ghosts as vessels to absorb the Yang Qi of living beings and then return to nourish their masters. However, this method is so wicked that those who practice it are universally reviled; even in our line of work, they are despised!
Understanding this clears up many questions.
Since this ghost is raised by someone else, it will follow its master's orders to absorb Yang Qi without being affected by factors like the Daoist Practice of the person being drained. As long as its master gives the command, it would charge forward even if faced with Blade Mountain or Sea of Fire!
As for the Corpse Oil on this ghost, it's even easier to explain. To raise a ghost, Dark Sorcerers employ cruel methods: they use the bodies of those devoured by Cannibal Tribes and refine their souls into ghosts. Then they cover the ghost's entire body with Corpse Oil and perform mysterious dances using Totem Power for several months!
So… it seems that a Dark Sorcerer is guarding this place and intends to stop us from entering the island!
Regardless, capturing that ghost will solve everything.
After our earlier encounter, I already knew that this ghost's Daoist Practice was lacking. With its limited abilities, I could handle ten of them alone without fear. So I charged forward to take it down.
However, I must admit that this ghost was quite fast at fleeing. I couldn't catch up as it dashed through a large thicket. By the time I emerged from the bushes, I had lost sight of it.
As I passed through the thicket, I was stunned by the scene before me; my eyes widened in shock. I quickly covered my eyes with my hands; the sight was too bloody and brutal.
Across a deep ravine at least seven or eight meters wide lay a flat area on the opposite bank.
I hid behind the bushes and watched carefully. Honestly, these scenes were hard to forget.
Just moments ago, five or six Indigenous People were brandishing crude stone spears as they drove two living individuals—a man and a woman—whose hands were bound behind their backs and whose clothes had been stripped away completely. They appeared to be two Caucasians. Back when I was in Nine Deadly Tombs, I had seen several foreign corpses; Bald Qiang had laughed and said, "These are called American Ginseng!"
Arriving at a flat expanse, the person in front raised the spear in his hand, causing everyone behind him to stop. The spear-wielder began to perform a mysterious dance in front of a stone pillar, muttering something under his breath. After a frenzied display, he knelt down and bowed to the pillar, and the dozen or so indigenous people following him immediately dropped to their knees as well.
Then, the leader raised his spear and shouted at the two captured men. Once he finished, a stocky indigenous man standing behind the captives picked up a Stone Axe and swung it at one of the men's necks, decapitating him instantly. The surrounding indigenous people erupted in cheers.
After the uproar, two Female Indigenous stepped forward, wielding Stone Knives. They sliced open the man's body and extracted his Heart. One of the Female Indigenous respectfully handed the bloody Heart to the leader, who took it and bowed again to the stone pillar before biting into the still-warm organ. The crowd cheered once more.
The woman nearby was paralyzed with fear, her body limp as she half-collapsed onto the ground. I caught a glimpse of her eyes—those were eyes filled with despair, revealing hopelessness and devoid of any spark!
What happened next was even more shocking; that brutal scene made me grit my teeth in anger!
There was a row of severed heads on the ground—at least twenty of them. The terrified woman let out a horrific scream as two Female Indigenous thrust a sharpened stake through her legs and into her mouth until it protruded from her lips. Her body stood upright beside those heads, her limbs still twitching.
It was utterly horrifying!
Truly horrifying and barbaric!
At that moment, hundreds of indigenous people rushed in from somewhere, using Stone Knives to slice pieces of flesh from the man's body, eating chunks while bowing to the corpse after each bite.
Suddenly, a loud roar startled me.
I had been so shocked by the scene before me that I forgot to cover my bowl's eyes; she had seen everything and screamed in terror. Her scream not only startled me but also drew the attention of the Cannibal Tribe!
The Cannibal Tribe was engaged in their sacred ritual while consuming human flesh. If this ritual were interrupted by outsiders, it would anger their deities and bring misfortune upon their tribe. The Cannibal Tribe would never let this go unpunished; it seemed we were doomed!
I was drenched in cold sweat from her fright. Without thinking twice, I grabbed the bowl and sprinted into the mountains, hoping to temporarily evade this group of Indigenous People!
Just then, an Indigenous Person swayed over with a vine.
When our eyes met, I felt an unsettling chill from the colors in his gaze!
Those eyes were cold, fierce, and devoid of any emotion!
"Kill!"
The first thought that flashed through my mind was that this group of people, cloaked in barbarism, brazenly killed in the name of the divine, taking lives at will! They deserved to die! Cannibals like them had no reason to exist in this world!
"Brother Xia, shall we make our move?"
I pondered for a moment before nodding decisively. "Kill!"
At that instant, as the Indigenous People closed in on me, I drew the Azure Dark Sword and swiftly thrust it toward one of their throats. A flash of blue light accompanied by a spray of blood marked the end of that Indigenous Person's life.
To be honest, if I hadn't witnessed their so-called deities, I wouldn't have resorted to such brutality.
"Wan, get ready for battle! We must eradicate these barbarians completely; we cannot allow such deranged individuals to live!"
"Understood! Alright, Brother Xia, I'll follow your lead!"
Thus, we stopped fleeing and prepared to stand our ground, waiting for the Indigenous People to approach. I intended to take them down one by one—these cannibalistic beasts disguised as divine beings, committing every atrocity imaginable!
Soon enough, the group of Indigenous People caught up with us, stunned by our fierce presence. Armed with spears, they hesitated to advance. The leader among them glared fiercely and swung his spear while shouting, prompting his followers to charge at us…
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