Chapter 550: Sinking into Darkness

The Uke clan chief to the side, upon seeing the old male's hand gathering shamanic power, his pupils contracted sharply; thinking of the slight grudge he still held against this old male, he instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

This person is actually a shaman, a Shaman Sir that only super tribes possess, an existence even more powerful than our own Niluo shaman.

With this Sir present, the Niluo shaman's injury will surely be fine.

Thinking this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief; the tribal competition was not far off, and if the Niluo shaman ran into trouble now, his hope of breaking through to become a Golden Beastman would be virtually gone.

Huh?

As the Uke clan chief fantasized about receiving the Great Shaman's blessing to become a powerful Golden Beastman and unite all the tribes by the Lin River, the old shaman beside him suddenly voiced his doubt.

The Uke clan chief's heart jumped; he hastily gathered his focus and followed the old shaman's gaze, only to see that the wound, which had been slowly healing thanks to shamanic treatment, was once again beginning to rot and spread.

And the rate of rot was much faster than before.

The old shaman's face grew grave as he continuously poured shamanic power into the wound; inwardly he was equally solemn, for he had never seen such an injury before, and he did not know who had wounded the Niluo shaman.

The treatment time kept dragging on; even though the old shaman possessed abundant shamanic power, fine beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.

In her coma, Niluo felt as if a large hand made of iron was tightly gripping her, continually pulling her toward the depths of darkness.

Her intuition told her that if that great hand truly dragged her into the dark depths, she would really die, and would not be able to survive in another world as she had this time.

But under the grasp of that great hand, all her struggles seemed utterly futile; deep darkness gradually engulfed her body, and even the faint remnants of her lucid consciousness were swiftly swallowed by the darkness...

She... really is going to die...

Not good! Fall back!

Suddenly, the old shaman shouted loudly; a black figure swiftly darted out from the darkness of the cave, seized the old shaman, and after a few flashes exited the cave and fled outside.

After only a few breaths, the Uke clan chief also stood beside them, his face deathly pale.

Recalling the scene he had just seen before leaving the cave, he felt as if the food he had eaten today were about to be vomited up.

Sh-Shaman Sir, just now that was...

Thinking of the Niluo shaman who had rapidly rotted into a puddle of foul black water, the Uke clan chief felt chills seeping from his very bones.

Who could be so vicious, using such a cruel method to kill the Niluo shaman?

Among the three, the old shaman had the worst expression; thinking that, while he was maintaining order, a shaman had actually died under his watch, and not knowing how those old-timers would mock him upon his return, his old face turned completely black.

Who did this! Damn it!

He gave the Uke clan chief a cold glance: 'For now we will stay in your Uke tribe; do not let anyone enter this cave again, otherwise I won't be able to save you.'

Upon hearing this, the Uke clan chief rejoiced, quickly casting aside his regret over losing a shaman, and eagerly led the Medicine Shaman and the Beastman Warrior at his side toward the cave where the Niluo shaman had been.

The Medicine Shaman looked at the tribespeople in the cave, his expression grim.

Today the Uke tribe lost a shaman; when we return, the blessings we receive will be greatly reduced. You were previously assigned to monitor various tribes—has anything unusual happened?

The Beastfolk exchanged glances and all shook their heads: 'Nothing unusual has happened; every day is just hunting, gathering, eating, and sleeping.'

The Medicine Shaman's drooping eyebrows lifted slightly as he glanced at Aman and the three Beastman Warriors beside him: 'You lot have been watching the Snow Moon tribe—has that Wuyue or any of her Beastman Warriors left the tribe?'

Upon hearing this, the Beastfolk looked toward Aman sitting on the animal-skin mat, but saw him lower his eyelids and remain silent.

One Beastman Warrior scratched his head and said: 'Shaman Sir, the Wuyue of the Snow Moon tribe and her Beastman Warriors are all fine, staying within the tribe's territory; they haven't left.'

Not them?

The Medicine Shaman frowned and muttered.

For some reason, the first suspect that came to his mind regarding the Niluo shaman's death was the Wuyue of the Snow Moon tribe.

Have you seen them with your own eyes?

The Beastfolk nodded firmly: 'We have seen them; that Wuyue brings her two cubs, teaching them to recognize herbs and forest foods, while the tall Beastman Warrior constantly guards her side, and the remaining Beastman Warriors take turns leading the males out to hunt. We see them every day.'

Shaman Sir, perhaps the Niluo shaman also provoked some other powerful shaman or Beastman Warrior.

The perpetually silent Aman suddenly spoke up.

The Medicine Shaman gave him a deep look: 'Hmm, keep watching, then go out.'

Unlike the gloom of the Uke tribe and the Medicine Shaman's entourage, Wuyue, who had fled the Uke tribe and returned to the great tree where she had previously taken refuge, was in a cheerful mood and wanted to burst into laughter to the heavens.

Tongzi, how about it—is my host's assassination ability top-notch?

At this moment, Wu Yue had already dispelled the talisman's transformation ability, and the smugness on her little face was utterly undisguised.

Tongzi in the System space also jumped excitedly: 'Host, the Niluo, this great hidden danger, has finally been dealt with—wahahaha!'

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Tongzi waved his tiny hand to open the System points panel, gazing at the few points that could be counted on a single finger, and felt a chill in his heart.

You wretched host, you're really willing to spend— to kill Niluo you actually exchanged for such an expensive poison.

Wu Yue chuckled: 'Killing Niluo only costs a few points; if we don't kill her, it's our lives at stake—that woman won't show us any mercy.'

Having said that, she contentedly patted the nonexistent dust from her palm, cheerfully summoned the Cloud-Stepping, and leisurely flew toward the Snow Moon tribe.

In the central cave of the Snow Moon tribe, Yuan Lang gripped a ferocious beast's crystal core, absorbing its violent energy.

The violent crystal-core energy incessantly struck the Beastman's body; though his forehead was covered in fine sweat, his body remained motionless as before.

Tsk, big brother, you're really pushing it—your bodily strength has just risen to the point where you can absorb a crystal core again, and without even bothering to consolidate, you just dove straight into absorption.

Teng Kun looked at his own big brother and felt his own body beginning to ache.

Teng Qian rubbed his arms, pressing down the standing hairs, and stiffly tugged at the corner of his mouth: 'I don't want to endure that pain again—damn, it's more agonizing than being slashed seventeen or eighteen times on the battlefield.'

Sizzle!

With a soft sound, the energy in Yuan Lang's hand was completely absorbed; the crystal core, which had just been violently raging, instantly turned into a pile of fine powder that scattered onto the ground as the Beastman's palm tilted.