In the secluded valley.

Mog’s fervor ignited the spirits of the plunderers. Madeline, though initially hesitant, reluctantly joined Mog as he marched towards the valley’s edge. His eyes blazed with determination, and a crimson mist enveloped him, a sign of his supernatural prowess.

“Madeline, I knew you would stand with me.” Mog’s voice resonated with rare approval as they advanced.

Madeline’s response was cold, “This is a death sentence!”

Mog shook his head defiantly. “No, this will be a triumph. We will vanquish all our foes, plunder the riches of the jungle, and claim dominion as kings!”

The other plunderers, emboldened by Mog’s words, erupted in cheers.

Each of them, fearless and seasoned in battle, saw this as their chance to assert dominance in the jungle, fueled by a thirst for victory and the spoils of conquest.

Soon, Mog and Madeline arrived at the entrance of the valley with their contingent of Chew Bone Tribe plunderers.

Mog carried his iron long knife over his shoulder, squinting slightly as he observed Enzo and his group approaching.

Outside the valley, Priest Lucy alerted, “Someone is coming out.”

Enzo and his companions turned their gaze towards the valley.

Enzo’s eyes immediately locked onto Mog.

Sensing the scrutiny, Mog mocked, “Just you few against us?”

Enzo retorted confidently, “We’re enough to deal with you.”

After listening, Mog burst into loud laughter. He took down his long sword and slammed it heavily on the ground, saying fiercely:What an ignorant fool!I don’t know how many people I have killed who dare to provoke me like you. Among them, there may be your friends and relatives. I listened to their cries, killed them, took out their skulls, and polished them into tools…”

Mog’s provocation stirred up the crowd completely.

Heru’s eyes blazed with anger, a fiery flame burning within. The white glow on his lone arm intensified as he leaned towards Enzo, pleading, “Lord Priest, please give the order!”

Enzo nodded in response, calmly stating, “Attack!”

Beyond the valley lay a broad expanse of grassland, devoid of trees or rocks for cover.

Thus, following Enzo’s command, over sixty combatants from the Crimson Star Tribe clashed directly with the plunderers of the Chew Bone Tribe.

The plunderers, numbering over a hundred, held numerical superiority.

But the coordinated efforts among the members of the Crimson Star Tribe minimized their advantage.

However, this was merely the skirmish between regular members.

The true determinant of victory lay in the battle between supernatural beings.

Unfortunately, in this aspect, the Crimson Star Tribe still found themselves at a disadvantage.

There were over ten supernatural beings among the plunderers who stood behind Mog, not participating in the fight but sneering mockingly at Enzo and his group.

Tia couldn’t bear it anymore and dashed out instantly.

The silver-white glow on her body shimmered even brighter than before as she wielded her spear. With a swift charge, she appeared before Mog and aimed the spear at his heart.

Mog made no attempt to dodge.

He sneered, “Impressive talent, but unfortunately, your strength is too weak.”

Before the spear penetrated Mog’s body, the blood-red mist on his body corroded everything, turning the wooden spear into a pile of ashes scattered on the ground.

And behind Mog, two figures emerged.

They were not tall, but what caught the eye was the peculiar bone necklace hanging around their necks, crafted from human finger bones, totaling seventy or eighty in all.

One of them looked at Tia, grinned, and said, “In the jungle, there are few as beautiful as you. I must cut off all ten of your fingers and make the finest finger bone necklace.”

The other person urged impatiently, “Stop talking, just kill her first.”

Enzo was about to call out to Tia to come back, but Tia seemed to have anticipated this. She turned back, looked at Enzo with a determined gaze. Though she didn’t speak, Enzo understood her intention.

She wanted to continue fighting.

Even against two supernatural beings.

So, Enzo silently consented.

The silver-white glow still emanated from Tia as she initiated the attack, striking towards the two plunderers. However, in the next moment, she was blinded by kicked-up sand. Caught off guard, she was knocked back by a punch and fell to the ground.

The person sneered, “Foolish.”

With Tia down, they seized the opportunity to launch another attack.

The plunderers’ approach to combat was devoid of principles. Beyond the initial two, others behind Mog began employing their supernatural powers, all intent on seizing the moment to kill Tia.

Just as they closed in, Clara intervened.

A distinct crimson glow emanated from Clara, instantly drawing everyone’s attention. Particularly eye-catching was the silver-white dagger floating before her, exquisitely crafted and razor-sharp, sparking greed in many plunderer eyes.

Some glanced back and forth between Clara and Tia.

However, the moment didn’t pass without consequence.

Under Clara’s control, the silver-white dagger moved like lightning, piercing through a plunderer’s heart.

This showcased Clara’s supernatural ability—mental manipulation.

She could control small objects with her mind, though not for extended periods.

Yet, right after Clara acted, Madeline retaliated swiftly.

She blocked Clara’s mental connection to the dagger while launching a psychic assault, disrupting Clara’s focus. Fortunately, Clara and Tia both had extensive combat experience and had already gained some understanding of the plunderer’s tactics. Although it was very challenging to cope with, they managed to barely hold their ground.

Following that, Heru and his group also joined the battle.

The plunderers unleashed all their supernatural powers without hesitation. In just a moment, the Crimson Star Tribe found themselves on the back foot, with many members sustaining wounds and blood flowing.

Priest Lucy observed the scene, shaking her head and commenting, “They haven’t mastered supernatural powers for long. It’s clear they are inexperienced.”

Enzo understood the situation well but remained silent.

At this moment, Mog turned to Enzo and continued, “Look at this. Are these the people you brought? They will soon be killed and turned into various tools. You will pay the price for your arrogance!”

Enzo remained indifferent.

He was acutely aware of the disparity between the Crimson Star Tribe and the Chew Bone Tribe.

This difference couldn’t be easily bridged, even with seven additional totem warriors, unless Priest Lucy intervened by summoning the supernatural creature, the Golden Leech.

However, Enzo had no intention of resorting to such measures.

In fact, he wasn’t prepared to act now without the sudden attacks from Crue and other plunderers. Battle should never be a hasty action. It requires advance preparation.

However, Sovita’s and the tribe’s deaths were a huge stimulus for other members of the tribe.

By the time the order for battle was given, those participating had already mentally prepared for the possibility of death.

They fought with courage and conviction!

Although many members of the Crimson Star Tribe are now scarred and stained red with flowing blood, they are still fighting tenaciously, even with their teeth, biting off a piece of flesh from the enemy.

Such madness instills fear in the plunderers, causing their attacks to grow more relentless.

Priest Lucy, feeling both admiration and perplexity, cannot understand why Enzo allows his tribe members to engage in such irrational combat.

She speaks up, asking, “Do you need my help?”

Priest Lucy’s assistance would naturally involve unleashing supernatural creatures known as Golden Leeches.

These leeches, as thick as a human arm, are incredibly stealthy in chaotic battlefields and can easily dispatch members of the Chew Bone Tribe, causing significant disruption that could potentially turn the tide.

However, Enzo shakes his head and replies, “It’s not necessary for now.”

Priest Lucy frowned and pressed again, “Are you sure you don’t need help?”

Without intervention, the members of the Crimson Star Tribe were doomed.

Just as she finished asking, she noticed a green glow emanating from Enzo’s palm, and the leaf totem of the life tree appeared. The veins on the leaves were distinct, each intersection sparkling like stars.

Enzo’s power surged once more!

Priest Lucy was astonished.

In the next moment, Enzo’s totem in his palm released dozens of green streams of light, which flowed directly into the bodies of the Crimson Star Tribe members. Their wounds rapidly healed, and even the exhaustion from battle vanished in an instant!

Mog noticed the situation and his face turned pale.

He raised his long knife and finally faced Enzo squarely, saying coldly, “It seems I underestimated you. You actually possess such power, but… it ends here!”

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