Cultivating Through The Game

Chapter 301 - 211: Belated Support

"Damn it!" the Poison Sorcerer cursed under his breath as he watched the poisonous creatures consumed by flames.The Guardian God of Stone Spirits of Sanshi Village was known to the Poison Sorcerer, but he was seeing this fire-spouting stone for the first time as the Stone Shaman brought it out.

Seeing the Stone Shaman's weary state, it was clear that activating this fire-spouting stone consumed a lot of energy. The Poison Sorcerer gritted his teeth and took out a large pile of dried herbs and poisonous substances from the basket on his back.

As the Poison Sorcerer's lips moved continuously, ancient mutterings emerged. He released what he held, and the dried herbs and poisonous substances floated into the air, shattering and transforming into a dark green dust mist.

Within the dust mist, a powerful consciousness emerged as all the dust formed a human shape floating in mid-air, with the head of this dark green mist figure bearing three black holes.

"Lord Du Ten, please take action and destroy the Sanshi Tribe," the Poison Sorcerer said respectfully to the mist figure.

Du Ten was the Guardian God of the Poison Witch Race, and this apparition summoned by the Poison Sorcerer was just a weak avatar of Du Ten.

Even a weak avatar is not something a small tribe like Sanshi Village can withstand.

"Sacri...fice..." a hoarse voice from Du Ten echoed.

The Poison Sorcerer unwillingly pulled out a bone dagger and, without hesitation, stabbed it into his own heart. The blood within his heart flowed out through the hollow tube of the bone dagger.

As soon as the blood flowed out, even before it dripped down, it flew towards Du Ten.

As the blood loss increased, the Poison Sorcerer's complexion quickly paled. Watching Du Ten continuously devour his heart's blood, the Poison Sorcerer dared not speak out to stop or refuse, allowing it to be consumed.

What Du Ten devoured was not the Poison Sorcerer's blood, but the faith of the Poison Witch tribe that the Poison Sorcerer embodied.

The faith consolidated in the sorcerer, and as the totem and Guardian God of the Poison Witch Race, Du Ten only gathers the massive faith power of the Poison Witch Race during the annual sacrificial rituals.

However, whenever a Poison Witch Race shaman called upon it, it would devour the faith power consolidated on the shaman as a side benefit.

When the Poison Sorcerer was on the verge of collapse, Du Ten finally ceased devouring his blood, issued a satisfied sound, and turned towards the stone spirit of Sanshi Village.

The Poison Sorcerer tremblingly pulled out dried herbs from his basket, stuffing them into the wound in his chest, and his complexion rapidly returned to normal before the naked eye.he dark green hand burned by the stone emitted black smoke. Du Ten showed a hint of impatience, unexpectedly, this stone was so sturdy that he couldn't crush it.

The power contained within the stone was also surprisingly strong, enough to injure his avatar.

Whoosh~ The stone was thrown by Du Ten into the distance, disappearing into the dense forest.

Witnessing this scene, the Stone Shaman showed a bitter expression. It wouldn't be easy to retrieve the stone once lost.

Compared to the stone that flew who knows where the Stone Shaman was more concerned about the Du Ten before him, the totem guardian god of the Poison Witch Race, not something Sanshi Village could resist.

The village chief, under immense pressure, ran to the Stone Shaman's side and said, "Reinforcements from An Nan City have arrived."

The Stone Shaman glanced at the chief and, gritting his teeth, said, "Everyone flee to the back mountain, I'll hold off the Poison Witch Race's totem avatar."

"Shaman!" Xiang Cao couldn't help but call out.

"Xiang Cao, you've already learned everything you need to. If I die here in battle, you will be the next shaman of the Sanshi Tribe," the Stone Shaman said resolutely.

Sanshi Village, originally known as the Sanshi Tribe, was renamed after joining the Great Zhou Dynasty.

"Shaman!" Xiang Cao couldn't help but cry as she was pulled away by two strong villagers.

To Xiang Cao, the Stone Shaman was like her grandfather; from childhood to adulthood, Xiang Cao followed the Stone Shaman and was raised by him, and no one was closer to the Stone Shaman than she.