No one knew where that powerful, ruthless, and boundless dark power came from. It was as if it had suddenly broken through space and crossed the long river of time. The originally bright sky suddenly darkened. Darkness swept across the sky and shrouded the tiny village.
A wisp of flame appeared on the black piece of wood.
A low sound was heard. It was the sound of the black wood cracking.
The old barbarian priest's body was trembling. It was as if he had fallen into hell and was suffering endless pain.
At the same time, on the hillside outside the village, Lu Chen slowly climbed up from the ground. The black fire was shrinking back from his flesh and skin. He had lost control for a moment, but he quickly regained control of the black fire in his body.
However, his eyes were looking at the village from afar. He was staring at the old priest. The corner of his eyes twitched. At that moment, perhaps no one in the world could feel the pain more than him.
It was the ultimate pain of the black fire burning one's body and soul. It was almost beyond the limit of what a human could endure. He had been trapped in it for ten years.
Under the illumination of the black fire, the terrifying and strange force entered the old priest's body through the black wood totem. His old body slowly swelled up like an inflated balloon. The countless red lines that spread from the black wooden block in the air also slowly turned black.
The barbarians who were fighting fearlessly suddenly stopped.
When the black-clothed men saw this extremely creepy scene, they couldn't help but stop and look at each other. Many of them even had the intention to retreat in their eyes.
Who would have thought that this small barbarian tribe would have so many tricks up their sleeves. They thought that it would be a piece of cake.
…
A hoarse shout came from the old priest's mouth. This shout was like an order. All the barbarians who were in a daze suddenly moved. But this time, they did not fight. They did not bite or bite. Instead, they pounced towards the men in black.
The sharp light of the sword flew up and slashed fiercely. For a moment, blood splattered everywhere. But the barbarians did not care. They did not care about life and death. Even if their limbs were broken, they still charged forward bravely until they reached the men in black.
"Pow!"
A soft sound rang out from the old shaman's bulging body. A bloody hole suddenly burst open on his back. That piece of flesh instantly turned into tiny pieces of blood that splattered everywhere.
And almost at the same time, a barbarian who had pounced in front of one of the men in black suddenly exploded. He had lost one of his arms.
Like a terrible firework, he exploded. His flesh, blood, bones, life, and soul were instantly stimulated.
The power was so great that a scream was heard. Half of the man in black who was closest to the explosion was blown away. He was flung several feet away. Then, he fell to the ground and twitched. It seemed that he would not be able to live.
Everyone turned pale with fright. However, everything seemed to have gone completely out of control. The terrifying power of darkness shrouded this seemingly cursed Death Village. On the body of the old priest, bloody holes exploded one after another. What followed after was the same explosion, and then the barbarians who wanted to perish together with the black-robed men.
This was an exceptionally terrifying and despair-inducing battle. In the end, there was no victor. There was only death.
The flesh and blood of the barbarians were completely stimulated by the terrible power. The men in black couldn't resist the powerful barbarians' bombs. The originally strong battle formation quickly collapsed. Finally, everyone turned around and fled.
But it was useless. The barbarians lunged forward crazily as if they had all lost their minds. The number of barbarians far exceeded the number of men in black. They swarmed from all directions and perished together with the barbarians.
The rumbling sound did not stop. The whole village had turned into hell. All lives were turned into nothingness in the terrible black flame. Pieces of flesh and blood fell to the ground. In front of such a terrible witchcraft, any magic, divine power, immortal sword, or magic weapon seemed to be overshadowed.
But what people didn't expect was that this terrible situation lasted for a long time. It was like thunder. Not only this mountain, but for the next few decades, there were no longer any animals within a radius of several hundred miles. All the living creatures, including the demonic beasts and poisonous creatures, and even the poisonous insects in the Evil Python Valley, had all fled.
Everything turned into silence in the darkness. It was not until the sun reappeared and the darkness slowly receded that the village was revealed from the darkness.
There was a suffocating smell of blood in the air. Looking from afar, it seemed as if there were no living people left. To be exact, perhaps there was no one left.
On the hillside outside the village, Lu Chen and Atsu were stunned by this scene. They were speechless for a long time. It was the first time in Lu Chen's life that he had seen such a tragic scene.
At this moment, Lu Chen's mind was also blank. After a long time, he slowly regained his composure.
He looked at the village below and struggled for a moment. Then, he lowered his head and said to Atsu, "You stay here, don't go over."
Atsu nodded obediently and took two steps back. It seemed that he had no choice but to go over.
Lu Chen sighed, turned around and walked down the hill.
He hadn't even walked into the village when the dense smell of blood caused Lu Chen to have no choice but to hold his breath, whereas after he entered the village, the scene of a slaughterhouse of blood and flesh almost caused someone with a heart of stone like him to be unable to endure it.
As far as the eye could see, there were almost no complete bodies left. Even those who died the earliest had their corpses destroyed by the aftermath of the tragic self-destruction.
Lu Chen's face was a little pale, but his rationality was still strong. After pausing for a moment, he found his target and walked over.
At the center of the village, the old shaman was lying on the ground next to the pile of stones that had been dyed red with blood.
The old barbarian's body had almost been completely blown up. Now, there was only a remnant of his body. The black wood was still in front of his chest. At this moment, it had also been broken into pieces and was beyond recognition.
Lu Chen looked at the black wood in shock. He thought to himself, could it be that this thing was destroyed? He squatted down and was about to pick it up to take a closer look. Suddenly, the old shaman opened his eyes.
Lu Chen was taken aback. But then, he realized that the eyes of the barbarian priest had returned to normal. They were no longer blood-red in color. Instead, his eyes looked exactly like a human's, and he was staring at Lu Chen.
An inexplicable heartbeat suddenly sounded in Lu Chen's ears. The power of the Black Fire suddenly became restless. A strange black light flashed in the deepest part of his eyes.
The old shaman's lips moved. After a moment, a voice suddenly sounded in Lu Chen's ears.
"Child, the God of Fire has chosen you!"
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