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Maha slowly raised his trembling hands, his nails digging deeply into the skin of his neck.

"No!" Uro cried, "Even if you die, he won't let me go!"

Maha said with tears in his eyes: "Even if you die, I can't avenge you now."

After saying this, he took a deep breath, which smelled of blood.

Then he exerted force suddenly and scratched his neck with both hands.

In an instant, blood spurted out like a fountain, and the bright red liquid drew arcs in the air.

Maha's body shook and his eyes gradually became unfocused.

His legs went limp and he fell heavily to the ground. His limbs twitched a few times before he became motionless.

Only blood continued to flow out of the wound, spreading into a shocking pool of blood.

Uro's eyes widened, filled with shock and grief.

An indistinct roar came from his throat and he wanted to rush forward, but the priest held him tightly and he could not move.

The priest looked at Maha's fallen body, a cruel smile appeared on his face, and his eyes were full of pleasure.

"Humph, this is what happens when you resist!"

The priest snorted coldly, then turned to look at Uro, a hint of impatience in his eyes.

He exerted a little force with his hands, and with a crisp "crack" sound, Uro's neck was broken.

Uro's body instantly went limp, and the light in his eyes gradually went out.

The priest threw Uro's body casually, and it fell to the ground like a dead dog.

The priest looked at the two corpses and laughed wildly.

The laughter echoed in the empty wilderness, sounding particularly terrifying.

"Hahahaha, you ant who doesn't know your own limitations deserves to die!"

At this moment, a warrior hurried to the priest, his face full of panic and anxiety.

He knelt on one knee, lowered his head almost to the ground, and said in a trembling voice:

"Master Priest, we have searched the area thoroughly, but we didn't find the murderer's body, we found nothing."

"Even if we have to turn this land upside down, we must find the body of the mountain god!"

"If you can't find it, you won't survive!"

The warrior trembled all over, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he kowtowed quickly: "Yes, Master Priest, we will do our best!"

After saying this, he stood up and hurriedly called the other soldiers.

They began searching along the route that the Brahmas had previously taken.

The priest stood there, his eyes scanning everything around him, thinking about his next plan in his mind.

Xiong's body is of vital importance to the Jingyuan Temple and must not be allowed to fall into the hands of others.

He looked at Ah Tu who had fainted beside him:

"When this old guy wakes up, torture him to extract a confession. I don't believe he won't tell the truth!"

The soldiers on the side said yes repeatedly.

Then, his eyes fell on the two corpses, a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes, and then he turned around.

Wait until the people from the Jingyuan Temple finally leave.

The dying Shali, who was originally hanging on the tree, broke free from his restraints.

It fell straight down and hit the ground with a bang.

The body of the Kshatriya was riddled with holes.

The wounds where the skin was peeled were bloody and bloody.

The rolled up flesh and exposed bones were horrifying to see, and strands of blood kept flowing down his body.

However, the powerful vitality given to him by Shanbao still supported him until his last breath.

He clenched his teeth and groaned in pain.

He moved his limbs with difficulty on the ground, crawling towards Uro inch by inch.

Every time he moved, his body trembled with pain.

A crooked, bloody trail was left behind.

Finally, he crawled to Uro's side.

He stretched out his blood-stained, trembling hand and gently touched Uro's body.

Wherever you can touch, it's cold.

Uro's eyes were wide open, without the gleam of their former glory, his breathing was gone, and his body was stiff.

The lips of the Kshatriya trembled as he tried to call out Uro's name.

But only a few faint, indistinct whimpers came out.

A wave of despair and pain surged in his heart, and tears of blood flowed from his eyes.

But he did not stop. He turned around with difficulty and crawled towards Maha's body.

Maha's body was lying there, blood still gushing out from the wound on his neck, gathering into a pool of crimson on the ground.

Kshatriya crawled to Maha, reached out his hand and touched his body.

I discovered that in this freezing weather, Maha's body still retained a trace of warmth.

The emotions of the Shali collapsed instantly, and he cried and screamed wildly.

"Maha! Maha! Wake up!"

His voice was hoarse and shrill, echoing in the empty surroundings.

After a while, he also found that Maha's body began to become cold, and he began to cry out to the sky:

"No...no...you can't leave...we haven't avenged ourselves yet..."

At this moment, Shali's eyes were empty and desperate, as if the whole world had collapsed.

Finally, he crawled to the wolf's corpse, which was already cold and stiff, and exuded a disgusting stench.

But Shali seemed to be completely unaware. His body was shaking, and he supported himself with his hands and straightened his upper body with difficulty.

He kowtowed heavily towards the place where the mountain treasure was hidden in the wolf's belly.

Every time he kowtowed, a wound would appear on his forehead.

"If you, Shanbao, still have a soul, please save Maha."

"Only his potential could have avenged us, but now... he's dead too."

Chali's voice was weak and hoarse, as if it was squeezed out from the depths of his throat.

There was silence all around, with only the cold wind whistling past.

Shanbao did not react at all, like a cold stone, and turned a deaf ear to Kshatriya's prayers.

A glimmer of despair flashed across Shali's eyes, but he did not give up.

He endured the severe pain in his body, stretched out his trembling hand, and slowly reached into the wolf's belly.

His hand groped in the wolf's belly and finally touched the cold and smooth surface of the mountain treasure.

Then, Shali used the canine fang next to the wolf's mouth to wipe his wrist.

Blood gushed out instantly, dripping down his wrist onto Shanbao.

Shali looked at the blood reflected in the mountain treasure and forced a smile from the corner of his mouth.

"Save Maha, he is our only hope..." Kshatriya's voice became weaker and weaker, his body began to shake, and his consciousness began to gradually blur.

As the blood continued to nourish Shanbao, Shali's body became weaker and weaker.

Finally, he couldn't hold on any longer and his body slowly fell to the ground.

Just when Kshatriya was dying, changes happened quietly.

The originally dead silent and cold ground seemed to be touched by an invisible force, and the smell of blood that permeated the surroundings became stronger and stronger.

The blood of the tribesmen that had long since dried on the ground,

It trembled slightly at first, and then began to flow slowly.

The blood flowed like winding red snakes towards the direction where Shanbao was.

The mountain treasure was in this bloody torrent, allowing the blood to wrap it up.

As blood continued to be injected, the blood light on the surface of Shanbao became more and more dazzling.

The weak Shali stared at this incredible scene with his eyes wide open.

A spark of hope was rekindled in his originally dim eyes.

His lips trembled slightly and he wanted to say something, but he was too weak to make any sound.

As the blood flowed, he felt that his life was coming to an end.

At this moment, he closed his eyes and a smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.

As more and more blood gathered on Shanbao, the whole scene became more and more weird.

Under this bloody cover, a layer of light mist surrounded Shanbao.

The mist was bright red, as if it had been stained with blood.

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The mist continued to roll and surge, and finally all merged into Maha's body.

As more and more blood was absorbed, the surrounding temperature began to rise sharply.

As Shanbao continued to absorb the blood of the tribesmen, in the center of this bloody light,

A blood species also slowly condensed into shape.

This blood seed trembled slightly, and the air around it was distorted.

Then, it extended invisible blood veins and began to reach all the corpses around.

The first to be hit were the corpses of Uro and Shali. Their bodies began to shrivel rapidly under the suction.

The remaining vitality in their bodies dissipated in an instant and turned into a pile of ashes.

Maha's body was gradually covered by a layer of blood-colored mist.

In this mist, his body began to change.

At the same time, the vitality of the surrounding land was also madly absorbed by this blood species.

The leaves of the originally lush trees suddenly turned yellow and their trunks began to dry and crack.

The grass on the ground withered in an instant, the flowers faded,

The rest of the creatures lost their lives under this terrible force.

In less than a moment, the area within ten miles around became desolate and lifeless.

Suddenly, a crisp sound was heard, and the blood-colored mist enveloping Maha dissipated instantly.

Maha slowly opened his eyes, his eyes revealing a hint of confusion.

At this moment, he felt as if his head had been hit by a heavy hammer, and it was dizzy and painful.

There was an excruciating pain in my neck, as if it was torn apart by something.

As his vision gradually became clear, Maha found himself on a barren land.

There was silence all around, with only the cold wind whistling past my ears.

Maha's gaze fell on an object not far away, which was the mountain treasure that had become silent and dim.

Looking at Shanbao, Maha felt dizzy and memories came flooding back.

He seemed to have had a long and terrible nightmare and just woke up at this moment.

At this time, the light on the surface of Shanbao no longer shone freely.

Instead, he is introverted and steady, exuding an elusive aura.

It lay there quietly, as if waiting for something.

Maha slowly approached Shanbao, squatted down and stretched out his hand.

Just as his hand was about to touch Shanbao, Shanbao suddenly trembled.

Maha was startled and subconsciously wanted to retract his hand.

Before he could react, Shanbao turned into a pool of blood-red liquid and flowed directly into his body through his fingers.

"What?"

Instantly, Maha could clearly feel the presence of Shanbao.

It seemed to have become a part of his body, beating with his heart and flowing with his blood.

At the same time, a severe headache came like a tide.

He held his head with both hands, his body swayed, and he almost lost his balance.

Then, a strange yet clear memory quickly unfolded in his mind.

He recalled the moment when he scratched his neck in desperation and blood gushed out.

He saw the priest's ferocious face and triumphant laughter.

I saw Uro’s eyes wide open, and his body falling powerlessly after his neck was broken.

He saw Kshatriya crawling to his side with difficulty and praying earnestly to Shanbao.

Afterwards, Maha saw Shanbao devouring the bodies of all the tribesmen.

The bodies of those tribesmen who had once shared life and death with him were quickly turned into ashes under the effect of the mountain treasure, and their vitality was completely drained away.

Not only that, the green grass and trees on the earth also withered and died instantly under the power of Shanbao.

"Is this the only way to revive me?"

Seeing this scene, Maha's heart felt like it was hit hard by a heavy hammer.

A huge feeling of grief and guilt overwhelmed him like a surging wave.

Tears welled up uncontrollably and rolled down my cheeks.

He fell to his knees with a thud, pounding the ground with his hands and roaring in pain:

"My fellow tribesmen, I am sorry for you. I have harmed you!"

At this moment, a strong disgust towards Shanbao suddenly arose in his heart.

If it weren't for Shanbao, they would still be just that small tribe.

Even though many people would die that winter,

But it wouldn't be like it is now, where he is the only one living alone.

"No...no..." Maha muttered to himself, his hands hanging limply at his sides.

The fingers were slightly curled, as if trying to grasp something, but unable to grasp anything.

His body swayed a few times and he almost lost his balance.

He staggered back a few steps and finally sat down on the ground.

His eyes were staring blankly ahead, and the firmness and courage of the past were no longer in his eyes. Instead, there was endless confusion and pain.

In his mind, the scenes of those tribesmen being devoured kept replaying.

Their faces and voices seem to be right in front of me, yet out of reach.

"Why...why should I sacrifice you to save me..."

Maha grabbed his hair with both hands and pulled it hard.

Before he could recover from the great sorrow, the scene in his memory changed again.

He saw Atu, who was roughly tied up by the people from Jingyuan Temple and was taken to an unknown place.

"Elder..."

"Elder... wait for me. I will definitely rescue you."

Anger was causing his chest to rise and fall violently.

He was breathing heavily, as if he wanted to vent all the anger in his heart.

"Revenge! I want revenge!"

After a long while, Maha slowly stood up.

But the sudden feeling of weakness made him somewhat unsteady on his feet. (End of this chapter)