Although possessing considerable poison resistance, when facing the Poison Witch Race warrior's mount—the Malarial Tiger, it was still useless. He could only rely on poison to counteract poison.

After cutting down several villagers who tried to attack him, the Poison Witch Race warrior climbed onto the Malarial Tiger's back. The poisonous mist on the tiger was inhaled into his body, and the warrior's strength instantly surged by fifty percent, his eyes glowing green.

With his enhanced strength, the Poison Witch Race warrior rushed towards the shaman, the bone knife in his hand raised high, slashing heavily down as he shouted, "Die!"

The shaman lifted his staff, wielding it like a hammer, and struck it towards the oncoming Poison Witch Race warrior, paying no heed to the warrior's increased strength.

The instant he struck out, the shaman's consciousness stalled, feeling his body lose control as all power disappeared from the root staff.

The Poison Witch Race warrior sliced the root staff from the shaman's hand, sending the shaman flying. He fell to the ground, bleeding profusely, struggled hard several times, but couldn't get up.

He turned his head to look outside the village, where in the forest, an old man, with wrinkles like tree bark on his face, held a lifeless, blood-drained lizard in his hand.

The lizard's eyes were wide open, reflecting the shaman's figure within.

"Heh heh heh~ Shi Wu is dead, this tribe now belongs to the Poison Witch Race," the Poison Witch Race shaman laughed gleefully, his eerie laughter matched his wrinkled face, appearing extremely terrifying.

After severely wounding the shaman and knocking him away, the Poison Witch Race warrior rode the tiger swiftly towards the shaman, swinging his bone knife at the shaman's neck. Killing the shaman of other tribes would boost his prestige within the tribe of the Poison Witch Race.

"Shaman!" Xiang Cao screamed as she watched the Poison Witch Race warrior slash towards the shaman.

Other villagers, seeing the shaman being knocked down and severely injured by the Poison Witch Race warrior, their morale dropped sharply, even with the aid of medicine pots, they were pushed back step by step by the indigenous of the Poison Witch Race.

If not for the village behind them, with their family behind, unable to survive in the forest if they fled, Sanshi Village villagers would have already dispersed and fled upon seeing the revered shaman defeated.

Now, with the Poison Witch Race warrior about to chop off the shaman's head, they were unable to stop it, having no choice but to watch the warrior's knife fall.

Bang~ The Poison Witch Race warrior's knife was raised; he hurriedly clenched the Malarial Tiger, turning to look in the direction the attack came from.

"Outsider?" Seeing Lu Yu, with yellow skin and black hair, clothed in simple garments, and no markings on his face or arms, the Poison Witch Race warrior exclaimed in surprise.

Squinting, he glanced at Lu Yu's clothes, "Not from the Yama Sect."

Pointing his bone knife at Lu Yu, he shouted, "Kill!"

The Malarial Tiger roared, carrying the Poison Witch Race warrior as it charged toward Lu Yu, while also releasing a green poison mist, attempting to poison or weaken Lu Yu's power.

Just before, Lu Yu had deflected the Poison Witch Race warrior's attack with a single stone, making the warrior feel as though facing a formidable enemy when confronting Lu Yu.

Seeing the spreading poisonous mist, Lu Yu quickly blew a breath, a gust of wind lifted the poison mist into the sky.

Dodging the bone knife slashing down from the Poison Witch Race warrior, he kicked the Malarial Tiger underneath him away. Grasping the warrior's arm, he pulled him off the tiger.

Bang bang bang~ Swinging the Poison Witch Race warrior repeatedly from side to side eight or nine times, the warrior became a pile of mush on the ground.

The shaman figured out a way to remove the poison curse from himself and got up, watching Lu Yu easily kill the Poison Witch Race warrior, revealing a look of surprise.

Xiang Cao looked at Lu Yu, eyes shining like stars, filled with admiration.

The shaman saw the retreating Sanshi Village villagers and hurriedly shouted to Xiang Cao, "Don't daze out, continue the sacrifice!"

Hearing the shaman's call, Xiang Cao snapped back, hurriedly shaking the bone in her hand, manipulating the smoke from the medicine pots to envelop the villagers, healing their wounds and strengthening their power.

Seeing the Poison Witch Race warrior killed by Lu Yu and the shaman of Sanshi Village stand back up, everyone's morale surged, their fighting power increased dramatically, pushing the Poison Witch Race indigenous back step by step.

Contrarily, seeing their warrior slain by Lu Yu, the indigenous of the Poison Witch Race lost morale, some even turned and fled, fearing Lu Yu, who killed their warrior, would charge out.

After Lu Yu killed the Malarial Tiger, he looked at the shaman and noticed the shaman's face was very grave, just as he felt puzzled.

A rustling sound emerged from the forest as the poison shaman of the Poison Witch Race stood atop a gigantic centipede, surrounded by a dense multitude of venomous creatures—centipedes, venomous snakes, poisonous insects, poisonous butterflies...

The indigenous of the Poison Witch Race standing among the venomous creatures also felt extremely uneasy.

"Ah!" A Poison Witch Race indigenous was bitten by several fist-sized black mosquitoes, rapidly developing five or six fist-sized pustules on his body. The black mosquitoes were sucking the pus from the indigenous's pustules, their food sacs at their tails swelling quickly.

Soon, under the horrified gazes of others, that Poison Witch Race indigenous was devoured by numerous venomous creatures, leaving not even a bone, without the poison shaman even casting a glance.

The poison shaman stared at Lu Yu in the village; his eyes, hidden within deep wrinkles, glittered with desire; Lu Yu's body was incredibly strong and pure, perfectly suitable for him.

He desperately wanted Lu Yu's powerful body; his own body had aged, growing weaker day by day.

The poison shaman did not want to grow weak; he desired to obtain Lu Yu's body, to seize Lu Yu's physique.

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