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The situation had escalated to a critical point. I saw a group of Nineteen Savages huddled together on the ground, while two Indigenous People were holding Stone Axes, seemingly ready to strike.
Among them were a child and a young man.
It appeared that these bastards were not performing any kind of ritual; they were purely indulging in cannibalistic pleasure. Any remaining sympathy I had for them vanished in an instant. The flimsy justification for their survival was completely gone.
It looked like they intended to chop off one of the man's arms and one of his legs to roast over the fire. I noticed the two Indigenous People bending down, preparing to untie the ropes binding their captive.
I turned to the bowl, my tone serious. "Follow my orders." The bowl nodded repeatedly, clearly sharing my anger at what these people were doing.
They outnumbered us, and a direct confrontation could lead to disaster. I decided to use the Puppet Technique to engage them in battle. Lacking incense, I used branches instead. I broke three branches, ignited them, and bit my fingertip until crimson blood dripped out. As I recited the incantation and formed a hand seal, the three branches suddenly burst into flames, emitting an eerie purple-blue glow!
The Maoshan Puppet Technique typically only allows control over entities with souls that have departed, such as corpses. It is less effective on lifeless objects like trees and stones.
The Puppet Technique has given rise to special cultivation groups like the Puppet Master and Corpse Chasing.
At the same time, it has allowed cultivators to grasp mysterious techniques such as Separation Technique, Sowing Beans to Create Soldiers, and Blow into Objects. Even resurrection and restoration are closely tied to the Puppet Technique.
The influence of verbal incantations is immense, leading to the emergence of talismans that any race or cultivator must wear; all of this is thanks to Spellcraft.
Spellcraft originated in ancient times, forming the seeds of talismans which were then refined by countless heroes, ultimately leading to a flourishing variety of spells inscribed on paper or objects.
Nearby lay a corpse that had already been decapitated and had one arm severed. I planned to manipulate this corpse to frighten them. As I recited the incantation and activated the puppet, the corpse suddenly sprang up, flailing its remaining arm stiffly.
The savages were instantly terrified; those who were uninjured jumped up from the ground in a panic, unsure where to run. Some even crawled on the ground in their haste. Several others died on the spot from sheer fright; it seemed they were quite superstitious about Demons.
This time, I directed the puppet to lunge at one of them. The man screamed wildly as he ran around like a madman. The puppet tackled him down forcefully, ripping off one of his arms in a spray of blood while his screams filled the air! The puppet then charged at several others, knocking them down and inflicting serious injuries.
At that moment, one of the indigenous people, a man with a sinister appearance, seemed to have realized something. He suddenly jumped up and began to dance on the ground. Although the dance looked quite ridiculous, in an instant, dark clouds gathered and a fierce wind blew, plunging the area into darkness. Then, several fallen corpses around him suddenly stood up in unison, forming a line with their eyes glowing a terrifying crimson.
At the command of the Elder Indigenous, those corpses lunged forward, claws outstretched, and seized the One-Armed Corpse, violently slamming it to the ground. Next, four corpses each grabbed an arm and a leg, while one held onto its head. With a chilling roar, the One-Armed Corpse was torn apart, blood gushing everywhere as internal organs and intestines spilled onto the ground in a gruesome display. I even distinctly saw the rolling head grinning wickedly!
Damn! There are powerful beings here; these indigenous people are definitely not ordinary folks!
The remaining living indigenous people completely ignored the Elder Indigenous and sprinted toward the sea as if they regretted not having two more legs. They jumped into a Canoe and began paddling unsteadily into the deep ocean.
It seemed I had to eliminate this guy for sure!
In terms of combat skills, we appeared evenly matched; thus, I had to catch him off guard!
I leaped out suddenly, clearly startling the Indigenous People. One of them grinned at me, a smile akin to that of a beast spotting its prey. How arrogant could he be at such a moment? He would soon learn about Wang Laozi's prowess!
I dashed right in front of him, causing his smile to freeze instantly. I reached out suddenly.
In a flash of lightning speed, I seized the Indigenous Person's Stone Axe. With a swift twist of my wrist, I snatched it away from him. With a clang that echoed like cold steel flashing in the light, before anyone could react, I flicked my wrist and sent the blade whirling around the Indigenous Person's head in an instant before it returned to my hand.
"Who would have thought the Stone Axe could be so sharp!"
As soon as I spoke, I lightly tapped the axe head, producing crisp sounds.
Suddenly!
A spray of blood erupted from the Indigenous Person's neck.
The Indigenous Person clutched his throat in terror, feeling as if icy hands of death were constricting his windpipe, draining his life force bit by bit. His proud indigenous sorcery was utterly ineffective at that moment...
I could see the fear and despair in his eyes.
"Life for a life, debts must be repaid. No matter when, these two phrases are the eternal theme of this world. When you raise your knife and kill without restraint, you should know that this day will come sooner or later!"
As soon as I finished speaking, he collapsed to the ground, lifeless.
I drew my knife and cut the ropes binding the two terrified individuals.
Kill! There was no turning back; I would eliminate this entire group.
Rage surged through me, as if I had gained new strength. I charged at the few slower Indigenous People, drawing my Azure Dark Sword and swiftly taking down two of them, reducing them to a bloody pulp. A few others were so frightened that they cried out on the ground! I showed them no mercy; for these ruthless killers who feasted on flesh, I would not hold back. Kill! I struck down two more.
In close combat with another Indigenous Person, we fought fiercely for a while, and I managed to inflict two deep cuts on his head. He was incredibly strong and powerful; suddenly he lunged forward and knocked me to the ground, attempting to seize my sword! Just as it seemed I was doomed, I mustered all my strength and slammed my head into his, knocking him unconscious.
I quickly rolled over and delivered a fatal blow!
The remaining Indigenous People were also wiped out without leaving a single one alive.
There were four who had escaped onto the ship; one of them was injured but still alive. They would likely seek reinforcements, and if that happened, we would be completely finished!
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