It was a sudden ray of light that rose from the Fire God's Staff. The entire sand dune seemed to be shrouded in this ray of light in an instant. It was majestic and turbulent, and the light was like fire, roaring loudly.
Almost at the same time, all the Barbarian warriors who were immersed in the bloody slaughter and life and death situation on the battlefield did not notice the abnormality on the sand dune next to the battlefield. The only one who felt it was the priest who was casting the spell with the staff in his hand.
The earthy yellow staff that was at its peak state and invincible on the battlefield suddenly trembled violently. A few rays of light immediately shot back and returned to the staff, flickering non-stop, as if it was vigilant.
The stone puppet in front of it seemed to have lost a part of its strength, and its speed and agility also slowed down.
But even so, this terrifying and powerful stone puppet was still a terrifying existence that could not be defeated on the battlefield. The situation of the battle still did not change, and even the two sides did not feel anything wrong. At most, they thought that the priest felt that this little bit of power was enough to win, and there was no need to waste any more energy.
However, at this moment, the priest's face suddenly became solemn. Just at that moment, he clearly felt a powerful "Origin Power" suddenly appear around him. This kind of pure and powerful spiritual power was something he had only seen from the few Shamans in the War God Temple in the past.
Could it be that a powerful Shaman had suddenly come here?
The moment this thought surfaced in his mind, the priest's face instantly turned pale. Like the surrounding Barbarian warriors who worshipped him, he was even more in awe of the few Shamans who were at the peak of the Barbarian Race's power. He did not even dare to think of making an enemy out of them.
However, very soon, the priest noticed that something was wrong. Because other than the wave of spiritual power, he did not feel the monstrous aura that seemed to be able to cover the sky and cover the sun that he was so familiar with.
This discovery made the priest feel slightly relieved, and his eyes immediately swept around. After a moment, his eyes fell on the sand dune at the side of the battlefield.
There seemed to be a ball of fire burning there, and the fire seemed to be enveloping the entire hill. And the wave of spiritual power that he felt before was coming from there.
After seeing the fire, the priest could not help but be startled. Fire spiritual power?
Didn't this power disappear from the Wilderness for thousands of years?
A moment later, the priest sneered and a look of understanding appeared in his eyes.
Only the Shamans of the Barbarian Tribe could master the true Five Elemental Spiritual Powers of Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth. Priests like him could only cultivate various kinds of secondary spiritual powers, but their power was equally powerful. Thinking of this, he felt a little disgusted with the enemy hiding on the sand dune.
This was to disrupt his plan to subdue the Mountain Spirit Race. Even if the other side hadn't made a move yet, as long as they affected this area, they would become his enemy.
Since it wasn't Lord Shaman, then there was nothing to be afraid of. This priest himself was an extremely talented rising star in the War God Temple. If it wasn't for the fact that his background wasn't too good and he didn't have the backing of a powerful tribe, his achievements would have been much greater than what he was now. It was precisely because of this that he was even more eager to subdue a tribe for his own use.
But in the Barbarian Wasteland, all the tribes insisted on a single belief in the power of the totem. Apart from worshiping their ancestors, the barbarian tribes only worshiped one kind of totem. For example, a tribe that worshiped a fire totem would never believe in the power of a water totem.
The totem spiritual power of this priest belonged to the earth totem system of the five elements. He wanted to find a tribe that worshiped an earth power. Moreover, this tribe had already lost its priest, so the tribe couldn't be too weak. Otherwise, it wouldn't be able to provide him with all kinds of strong support, and it would be useless to subdue it.
Therefore, subduing the Mountain Spirit Race was something he couldn't afford to fail.
Originally, he had basically controlled the morale of the Mountain Spirit Race. In today's battle against four small tribes, as long as he won the battle, the Mountain Spirit Race would be completely loyal to him. Just as he was about to succeed, an accident had occurred. This time, he couldn't back down no matter what.
The priest picked up his magic staff and started to chant a mysterious incantation. His body turned half a circle, no longer facing the front of the battlefield. Instead, he looked in the direction of the sand dune.
The leaders of the Mountain Spirit Race next to the priest soon noticed that something was wrong. They raised their heads and looked at the strange fire on the sand dune. Suddenly, their faces changed. However, seeing that the priest was calm and composed, and that he was directly attacking the sand dune, they felt relieved.
In this battle, the High Priest had already proven his strength.
A yellow light rose up like a vast and boundless wasteland. It turned into a huge fist in mid-air, and then smashed down on the sand dune.
Lu Chen, who was hiding behind the sand dune, had a helpless expression on his face. According to his original intention, he did not care whether the two barbarians fought to the death. It had nothing to do with him. Just as he was about to leave, who would have thought that the Fire God's Staff would do something like this?
Although Lu Chen didn't know why the barbarian priest was so decisive and didn't even hesitate to attack them, it was obvious that the priest regarded them as an enemy.
The Fire God's Staff emitted raging flames, and the body of the staff became hotter and hotter. It seemed to be very angry. Perhaps the priest thought that the other side was bold and dared to provoke him?
But even if he did provoke him, there was nothing he could do. Lu Chen was helpless against the Fire God's Staff that could only be used as a torch for illumination. Seeing that the other party's powerful fist was about to smash down, in a moment of desperation, he could only channel the power of the Black Fire in his body into the Fire God's Staff.
The black fire flashed in his eyes. Almost at the same time, the Fire God's Staff shone with a strange light. All the totem runes appeared at the same time, and a pure and powerful spiritual power gushed out.
It was fire.
Black fire!
Lu Chen was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a moment.
He had tried countless times in the ancient tree hole, but he couldn't activate the Fire God's Staff. He didn't expect that there would be a change when he used it today.
As the black flames on the Vulcan Staff rose up, it immediately devoured all the original flames, turning them into dark flames. The entire sand dune seemed to darken in the blink of an eye. Then, a huge shadow appeared in mid-air, whistling as it flew.
The giant fist of the barbarian priest smashed fiercely into the black shadow. But, it was immediately entangled by the black flames. Then, a terrifying scene occurred. The black flames started to corrode the giant fist from all directions. Then, the giant fist started to emit a low-pitched sound that sounded like the wailing of ghosts and the howling of wolves. In the blink of an eye, the entire giant fist was corroded. The last bit of light tried to escape. But, it was engulfed by the sea of black shadows. It didn't even make a sound before it disappeared.
In the distance, the barbarian priest's face suddenly turned pale. He spat out a mouthful of blood. His expression changed greatly, and his eyes were filled with disbelief and fear.
At that moment, he seemed to have seen a ghost. He lost his composure and shouted, "Devil fire, devil fire … this is the power of the black fire …"
His voice suddenly became hoarse. A moment later, a flame suddenly emerged from his throat. It burned crazily, and danced wildly in the black shadow. It burnt and melted his flesh.
The priest screamed at the sky. He even threw away the staff in his hand. He covered his throat with both hands and fell to the ground. He started to struggle and twitch.
The barbarians of the Mountain Spirit Tribe were shocked. They were all dumbfounded. They didn't know what had happened.
One of the more courageous barbarian leaders, out of respect for the priest, took the risk to help and extinguish the flames on the priest's body. But in an instant, the black flames spread from the priest's body to his own body.
"Ah … …" A shrill scream came from the mouth of the strong barbarian warrior. He was not afraid of bloodshed, but at this moment, he seemed to be suffering from an unimaginable pain. He fell to the ground, twisting and struggling with all his strength.
The surrounding barbarians screamed again and again. They instantly retreated to the side, forming a large circle. They could only watch as the two people in the middle were burned to death by the strange and terrible black fire. In the end, only two charred skeletons were left.
When the priest died in pain and madness, the stone puppet on the distant battlefield suddenly stopped moving. A moment later, this incomparably powerful killing machine seemed to have lost the support of its skeleton. All the stones and sand shattered, disintegrating into a large pile of scattered rubble, and collapsed with a loud bang.
On the battlefield, there was a sudden silence.
The barbarian warriors on both sides didn't seem to know what had happened. They looked at each other with their mouths agape.
But then, a mournful scream came from the back of the Mountain Spirit Tribe's camp. It resounded through the battlefield, and the situation suddenly changed.
Countless Mountain Spirit Tribe warriors looked back. They didn't know who shouted, "The priest is dead!", but the crowd immediately fell into chaos.
On the other hand, the morale of the allied soldiers of the few tribes was greatly boosted. A few of the leaders even seized the opportunity to roar out commands. A few of the warrior leaders even took the lead and charged into the battlefield, instantly setting off a furious counterattack.
The Mountain Spirit Tribe's side seemed to have fallen from the highest point. The whole formation trembled because of the priest's death. Then, it began to collapse.
The result of relying too much on a powerful force was that when that force disappeared, they would be weaker and smaller than ordinary people.
The tide of battle turned in an instant. In the blink of an eye, the front line of the Mountain Spirit Tribe's warriors had fallen. Blood splattered everywhere. Everyone turned around and fled.
Behind the crowd, someone from the Allied Tribe suddenly roared.
"Fire God, Fire God, the Fire God has been reborn!"
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