The powerful Bone Eating shamans entered the Asura Field and immediately broke free from the suppression. They both raised their guard when they saw one another. They all came from different tribes. Bone Eating shamans had always had a tradition of eating their own clansmen. Compared to corpses, all of them preferred living ones.
Unlike regular Bone Eating shamans, they instead seemed closer to humans on the outside. They restrained the various powers in their bodies and condensed them in their skulls, which they called the brain core. They were similar to the daemon cores of daemons and the golden cores of human cultivators. If they could eat their opponent's brain core and body, their strength would skyrocket. No one could resist this temptation.
However, this stalemate only lasted for a split second. The sight before them left them astounded even though they were used to seeing slaughter.
Under the blood-red swirl, countless Bone Eating shamans of various sizes slaughtered one another. Corpses piled up into a thick layer as the battle cries were deafening.
"Where is this? I want to kill too! That man! " A Bone Eating shaman said hoarsely. When he recalled the pair of terrifying scarlet eyes, his heart shivered, and he felt even more hatred.
"I don't know. We were all captured. This seems to be the aura of the Asura realm. We have to keep our minds focused, or we'll end up killing one another just like them," said a Bone Eating shaman priest.
A Bone Eating shaman priest said. He seemed like a hunchbacked old man, holding a walking stick. Bystanders would struggle to connect him to the Bone Eating shamans who fed on humans.
"I've never seen so many Bone Eating shamans in my life. Looks like all the Bone Eating tribes in the entire Mist province have failed to escape."
"Did he capture us just to make us kill one another?"
"I don't know. He must have his reasons for not killing us. Perhaps he's just toying with us. We have to escape!"
"What's that?"
The six of them conversed with one another. Suddenly, tremendous killing intent surged towards them. Gazing towards the centre of the battlefield, a streak of blood-red light knocked away the Bone Eating shamans in their way. Weapons whistled over. There was only a single person, the Asura Commander with the spiky club.
The Asura Commander was currently engaged in a massacre in the sea of people, but he also found it boring. A one-sided slaughter like this brought him extremely limited benefits. Suddenly, he sensed six powerful auras descend, and he could not help but laugh aloud, charging over.
"Be careful! He seems to be an asura!"
"There's no grievance between us. I'll go talk to him."
"Maybe he's also that man's lackey, specially coming to kill us."
"If we can't get through to him, humph, do you think the six of us are afraid of him? Anyone who doesn't contribute at this time can just wait to die! "
"Are you an Asura? Why don't we sit down and have a talk? Don't become someone's tool! "
The hunchbacked old man stepped forward. His eyes were shining brightly, and his voice was sometimes high and sometimes low. There were countless ups and downs in every sentence, making people feel extremely uncomfortable. He quietly cast a witchcraft that affected one's mind. If he wanted to establish his identity as a leader, his chances of survival would increase.
The Asura General's speed increased by another 30%. In the blink of an eye, he arrived and smashed his mace down with a sinister smile!
Overwhelming strength, even a mountain peak would be smashed to pieces. At the same time, it contained countless transformations, sealing off the hunchbacked old man's retreat. If he had not seen it with his own eyes, Li Qingshan would not have believed that a mace could actually execute such an exquisite move.
The hunchbacked old man raised his walking stick in horror, and his body emitted waves of invisible power to resist the mace. The two forces collided violently, and the walking stick was pressed down inch by inch. He shouted, "Come and save me!"
The five people behind him did not deliberately leave him in the lurch, and they attacked together.
The Asura General's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. With a furious roar, the mace burst forth with a dazzling red light. With a bang, the hunchbacked old man was smashed into a pile of meat paste. Then, he was sent flying by the attack that followed, but a delighted smile appeared on his face.
Outside the Asura Field, Li Qingshan saw this and could not help but grin. They were trying to influence an Asura Commander's mind in the Asura Field. Was there something wrong with their heads?
In reality, although the shaman priests of many shaman tribes in the Mist province could use powerful, mysterious, and ancient shaman arts that even cultivators feared, they were all specialised in a single aspect. They were nowhere near as versatile as the techniques of cultivators, and their bodies were even weaker. Once they were suppressed, especially when they faced a super warrior like the Asura Commander, their fates would obviously be very miserable.
Although the Asura General had taken their combined attack and suffered a few severe wounds on his body, as an Asura General who specialized in close combat, this was not much of an injury at all. In the time it took for him to fly out, he had mostly recovered.
As soon as he landed loudly on the ground, he immediately leapt out of the dust and flew into the air, gazing down at the five remaining Bone Eating shamans. He raised his mace high into the air, and his battle intent and murderousness became even heavier.
However, the first reaction of the five Bone Eating shamans after sending the Asura Commander flying was not to pursue him. Instead, they fought over the meat paste on the ground, directly shoving it into their mouths. Their mouths immediately widened to an unbelievable degree, and they swallowed the meat paste without even chewing it.
If it were not for the fact that a powerful enemy was right beside them and they were in a predicament, they would basically throw their lives at each other for the sake of the brain core and the skull.
The tiny bit of tacit understanding they had just developed vanished completely. When the Asura Commander turned around and lunged over, the five of them were still on guard.
The Asura Commander's gaze locked onto the Bone Eating shaman priest at the very back. His battle instincts told him to defeat this person first, but the other four would definitely stop him. Although the four of them were weaker than him in terms of physique and skill in battle, they were not easy to deal with even if they worked together.
Just who was the master of this Asura Field? Who cares? I'll just kill them all!
The only remaining shaman priest also waved his staff and unleashed an invisible power, but he did not fight to the death with the Asura Commander. Instead, he turned around and fled, whistling away with nothing to rely on. He actually moved very quickly.
Because he had been casting shaman arts from afar, he did not even get close to the battle Just Now, so he was filled with resentment. His body was the weakest here, so he was completely afraid of letting the Asura Commander approach him, afraid that he would follow in the footsteps of the old man and be torn apart and eaten.
Now that he had fled, none of the remaining four were willing to take the blame. They all had to digest their newfound power, so they all turned around and fled in different directions.
"What the hell is this group of people?"
Li Qingshan rubbed his forehead. Originally, he was still worried whether the situation would become unbalanced if it was six against one, but he could not help but admit he was wrong now. This was clearly one against six!
Hidden in the space, Yin Qing was taken aback too. Originally, she planned on waiting until both sides were heavily injured before finding an opportunity to assassinate them, but she never thought the second heavenly tribulation Bone Eating shamans would scatter in all directions after just a single clash.
The Asura Commander missed, which angered him instead of delighting. He spat viciously and chose the slowest one to chase after.
But clearly, speed was his weakness. Even the slowest Bone Eating shaman was slightly faster than him. Carrying a ferocious and heavy mace was obviously not an advantage in a long-distance race. It was not easy to catch one within a radius of a few hundred miles.
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