The news of the Poison Witch Race’s attack quickly spread throughout the village, and the villagers of Sanshi Village picked up their hunting weapons and labor tools and rushed to the entrance of Sanshi Village.

Except for the children and the elderly, all the young and strong people of Sanshi Village, regardless of gender, were ready to fight.

An old man carried a jar larger than a human, and when the villagers saw him, they respectfully called, “Wu!”

The girl who had previously spoken with Lu Yu hurriedly ran to the side of the Sanshi Village shaman, took the huge jar from his hand, and said, “Wu, let me do it.”

Saying that, the girl’s two slender arms moved the heavy jar, nearly one meter in diameter and one and a half meters high, filled with things, to the earthen platform at the village entrance.

The jar was placed into a depression on the earthen platform, which seemed to be specially designed for this jar, fitting perfectly with the size of the jar.

The shaman looked at the girl who had placed down the jar and said, “Xiang Cao, you will preside over the ritual this time.”

Xiang Cao looked at the shaman in surprise, “Me… I’m afraid I can’t do it well.”

The shaman said, “Don’t worry, I’m here; even in case of an accident, I can handle it. You’re going to succeed as the next shaman, so you should start getting used to the shaman’s work.”

“Alright.” Xiang Cao walked to the side of the jar, took out an unknown beast bone and horn, and began dancing a strange dance around the jar, while chanting a mysterious song.

The beast bone and horn in Xiang Cao’s hands began to glow, and the herbs and various materials inside the jar started to melt, turning into a steaming concoction.

“Hoo ha~ hoo ha~ hoo ha~”

Strange cries came from the forest outside the village. Lu Yu saw a group of natives with painted faces, wearing animal skins or grass skirts, approaching Sanshi Village.

Without any conversation, these Poison Witch Race natives charged towards Sanshi Village, with green patterns on their bodies glowing and their weapons emitting a green light.

“Ha-ha!”

A loud shout came, and several villagers standing at the entrance suddenly fell with painful expressions. Xiang Cao’s voice became urgent, and the steam from the jar flew out, enveloping the fallen villagers.

The painful expressions on the villagers’ faces quickly disappeared as the steam enveloped them, and soon the steam was absorbed into their bodies, and the fallen ones stood up again.

“Protect the village… kill!”

The villagers of Sanshi Village, holding weapons and tools, charged at the advancing Poison Witch Race natives, colliding together in a mass.

From time to time, poisonous creatures would emerge from the body of the Poison Witch Race natives, seizing the opportunity to bite the villagers. Whenever a villager was injured, Xiang Cao would manipulate the steam in the jar to heal the wounded villagers.

Whether poisoned or injured, they could quickly recover under the healing of the steam.

Moreover, after receiving steam treatment, the strength and speed of the villagers would increase for a period of time.

The battle between the Poison Witch Race and the villagers of Sanshi Village was like a melee between ordinary people with weapons, except that both sides had strength and speed far beyond ordinary people, and any strike could leave a dent in the ground.

A single sweep of a stick could break a tree trunk as thick as a thigh.

Lu Yu did not participate in the battle; he stood in the village, quietly watching both sides of the battle.

The villagers of Sanshi Village and the Poison Witch Race natives were very strange; none of them showed any signs of cultivating Spiritual Power, yet their strength and speed were comparable to Qi Cultivation Martial Cultivators, with the stronger ones rivalling those at the Spiritual Power Cultivation stage.

It’s hard to imagine that such combat power could be found everywhere in a village.

The whole of Sanshi Village was militarized; apart from the children who hadn’t grown up and the elderly, their physical strength was comparable to Martial Cultivators at the Qi Cultivation stage.

Compared to Qi Cultivation Martial Cultivators, these villagers were much weaker, and they also showed no tactics in their fighting, looking as if they had never practiced martial arts, relying purely on brute strength to fight.

If they encountered a real Martial Cultivator at the Qi Cultivation stage, even with comparable strength and speed, they would not be a match.

Fortunately, their opponents, the Poison Witch Race, also fought without tactics.

With the aid of the jar, the villagers of Sanshi Village were at an advantage, and just as they were about to repel the Poison Witch Race’s attack, a Poison Witch Race warrior appeared on the battlefield, riding a green fierce tiger and wielding a weapon carved from beast bones.

The Poison Witch Race warrior charged through the villagers without meeting a worthy opponent, heading straight for the jar at the entrance of Sanshi Village.

As long as the jar was destroyed, the villagers of Sanshi Village would be unable to resist the warriors of the Poison Witch Race.

The shaman gripped his staff, formed from intertwined roots, tightened, stood tall, and his muscles bulged, unable to be concealed by his loose clothing.

He lifted the staff and struck fiercely at the charging Poison Witch Race warrior, who showed disdain in his eyes and swung his bone knife heavily towards the shaman.

Bang! The Poison Witch Race warrior was sent flying by the shaman’s strike, falling off the green fierce tiger, which emitted a large amount of green poisonous gas towards the shaman before turning to charge at the Poison Witch Race warrior who had fallen into the crowd.

The shaman casually waved his staff, blowing all the green poisonous mist away.

The poisonous mist was blown into the area where the Poison Witch Race was located, and many Poison Witch Race members who were touched by the mist cried out in pain, with sores appearing on their bodies.

They hurriedly took out poisonous creatures from their animal skins and grass skirts, letting them bite themselves to counteract the poison with poison, forcing out the toxins from their bodies.

Every member of the Poison Witch Race had a unique poisonous creature; they would accept the poison’s erosion day and night to cultivate their poison resistance and the connection with the poisonous creature.

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