The Legend of the Immortal Cauldron

Matthew's eyes turned cold, and he raised his right hand without hesitation, with a powerful force in his palm, and slapped Sun Wang.

This palm was extremely fast, like lightning, passing through the air, bringing a gust of wind.

Sun Wang felt a flash in front of his eyes, and he had no time to react before he was hit by Matthew's fierce blow.

He immediately let out a shrill scream, which resounded throughout the space and was horrifying.

With this scream, Sun Wang's body was like a kite with a broken string, completely out of control, and flew straight to the altar not far away.

In the blink of an eye, he fell heavily on the altar.

Matthew did not pause at all. Almost at the same time as Sun Wang flew to the altar, he flashed and turned into a black shadow, followed closely, and instantly flew to the altar.

At this time, Sun Wang just lay on the altar, and he didn't even have the chance to get up.

Suddenly, he felt as if his back was hit by a mountain, and an indescribable huge force surged.

The next moment, there was a heart-wrenching pain in his back, as if countless sharp blades were cutting his flesh and bones.

At the same time, a crisp sound of "crack" came into his ears, obviously his bones were overwhelmed and had broken.

Sun Wang could no longer bear such pain, opened his mouth, and a mouthful of scarlet blood spurted out.

Suffering such a severe blow, Sun Wang's entire strength seemed to be drained, and he collapsed softly on the altar, unable to move at all.

If it weren't for the fact that Sun Wang still had some use value, with Matthew's cold and ruthless character, he would have kicked him to death on the spot without mercy.

Matthew has always hated traitors and would never have the slightest mercy.

At this moment, Sun Wang has been severely injured, his body is shaky, and the fire of life is as weak as a candle in the wind.

His originally vigorous body has now become weak and powerless. Not to mention wanting to get up and escape from here, even just moving his fingers slightly is as difficult as climbing a mountain for him at this moment, and has become an unattainable luxury.

However, Matthew, who was standing next to him, did not immediately focus on Sun Wang, who was lying on the ground and whose life and death were uncertain.

He just glanced at him coldly with an expressionless face, as if Sun Wang's existence was just an insignificant speck of dust to him.

Then, Matthew turned around without hesitation and walked straight to Lan Yue who was standing aside.

When he came to Lan Yue's side, Matthew squatted down, carefully stretched out his hand, gently stroked her forehead, and then began to concentrate on carefully checking her physical condition.

At this moment, there was a dead silence all around, and only Matthew's nervous breathing was clearly audible.

Although many tribesmen had died, fortunately the tribe leader had not yet had time to kill Lan Yue and the others, so everyone else, including Liu Yulong, was just in a coma.

Matthew acted quickly, and he walked to the unconscious people one by one, patting their cheeks or casting some special spells to wake them up one by one.

After everyone woke up, Matthew did not explain anything more, and with a wave of his hand, he instantly put everyone, including Liu Yulong, into the Qinglong bracelet.

Because some things are really not suitable for these subordinates to know too much.

Just when Matthew had just completed this series of actions, the old man Ziding, who had been standing quietly not far away, suddenly made a move.

He raised his right hand slightly, and his slender index finger gently bent and hooked.

In that split second, the tribe leader, whose body was covered with sharp thorns and whose face was distorted to a terrifying degree, seemed to be suddenly grasped by an invisible and intangible but extremely powerful mysterious force. He completely lost control of his own actions and flew towards the direction of the altar at an astonishing speed like a light leaf!

In the blink of an eye, the tribe leader had already flown to the edge of the altar.

At this moment, the tribe members who had been lying quietly on the altar and had long lost their breath of life, also seemed to be summoned by some unknown force, and slowly floated up one by one.

After a moment, these tribe members floating in the air seemed to be swept by a gust of wind, and they all drifted quickly towards the position of the tribe leader.

In a flash, when these tribe members were about to approach the tribe leader, their bodies began to disintegrate without warning, and in an instant they all turned into fine dust-like powder.

In an instant, the dust in the sky was scattered everywhere like snowflakes.

Standing not far away, Matthew saw all of this. He was keenly aware that in this space filled with countless dust, there were faintly transparent objects floating in the air.

Then, a series of heart-wrenching, cruel and shrill screams suddenly sounded. The sound was like the roar of evil spirits from the depths of the Nine Nether Hell, which made people tremble with fear and horror!

When his vision slowly recovered, Matthew widened his eyes and finally saw the true face of those mysterious objects.

It turned out that there were wisps of incomplete and fragmented souls in front of him!

These souls were in different forms. Some were missing half of their bodies, some were only left with heads floating in the air, and some even had no trace of their limbs.

At this moment, they were struggling and twisting in the air, making bursts of shrill wails.

The sound was like the cry of a night owl, and it was like the wailing of a resentful spirit, which was creepy.

Every soul seemed to be tightly bound by an invisible force. Although they tried their best to break free from this terrible imprisonment and regain their freedom, they were always in vain.

Matthew's heart trembled, and he instantly understood the real intention of the old man Zi Ding to release these residual souls.

Obviously, this unfathomable old man wanted to use these residual souls to take revenge on the patriarch.

I only heard the old man Zi Ding move his lips slightly, and muttered in a low and soft voice: "The injustice has its perpetrator, and the debt has its owner. You all died tragically because of the patriarch. Although I am unable to save you from suffering, I can at least give you a chance to avenge your hatred. Go..."

Before the voice fell, the residual souls seemed to understand the words of the old man Zi Ding, and stopped struggling and twisting.

Then, they turned into black streams of light in an instant, just like soldiers who had received a unified order, and rushed towards the patriarch at lightning speed.

The patriarch's face, which was already distorted due to severe pain, now became hideous and terrifying.

When he saw many residual souls rushing towards him like a tide, his bloodshot eyes revealed an unconcealable fear and despair.

He opened his mouth wide and tried to make a cry for help, but he could only squeeze out a few vague sobs from his throat.