Wang Lan was truly puzzled.

Just then, he suddenly heard a series of whimpering sounds in his ears, like the sound of someone making unclear words. Wang Lan raised his head and caught a glimpse of Nan Chen, who was also bound hand and foot, in the corner of his eye. Nan Chen's eyes were closed, and he seemed to be still unconscious and had not woken up.

Wang Lan noticed the scar on Nan Chen's neck. The wound had scabbed over, and upon closer inspection, new skin and flesh had grown out from the edges. This reminded Wang Lan of her "Blood Drinking" skill.

But then, a scream brought Wang Lan back to reality.

Wang Lan immediately looked up in the direction from which the sound came. In front of him were dozens of natives, wielding sharp weapons such as machetes and axes. In the middle of these natives was a stone platform about two meters square, on which Aken lay. He had shrunk to about 1.5 meters tall. The natives continued to swing their weapons, axe after axe, knife after knife, which fell heavily on Aken's body.

Arken's screams rose and fell, never ceasing.

Even though Arken's defenses were exceptionally strong, he was now covered in wounds, with cuts all over his body and blood flowing continuously.

Although from Wang Lan's perspective, Aken was already on the verge of death, with each blow of the knife and each axe, Aken's screams were still very loud.

This clearly shows how much pain he was in at that moment.

Beside them was a huge iron pot, with a roaring fire burning beneath it. The water inside was boiling, and the bubbling bubbles burst continuously as the water boiled, releasing billowing steam.

It seems these indigenous people want to stew the Akhen.

Beside the iron pot were the remaining pieces of red crystal.

Wang Lan counted the number of red crystals and found that none were missing, indicating that these natives did not understand the function of red crystals.

At this moment, Wang Lan noticed a native walking over from the side, carrying a huge axe. The axe was nearly two meters long, with an incredibly wide and heavy head. The native could only drag the axe as he slowly walked to Aken's side.

Several natives surrounded him, and together they raised their axes. A cold glint flashed across the axe blades, and then they fell heavily on Arken's body.

"Bang!"

The axe made a solid sound, as if it had cut through flesh.

Fresh blood gushed out of the axe.

"Awoooooo!"

Arken's cries were now filled with despair.

The scene was truly horrific!

However, after these two voices rang out one after another, a shout suddenly rang out.

Wang Lan glanced to the side and saw that there were countless natives watching from the side. When they saw this scene, they... were actually cheering and jumping for joy?

And among those indigenous people, men, women, young and old were all there!

Wang Lan frowned, and suddenly, a nameless rage rose in her heart.

Just then, the locals raised their huge axes once more and brought them down on Arken.

"Aaaaaaah!!!"

Aken screamed, and Wang Lan could see his body trembling violently. His screams were no longer as powerful as before.

The scream also startled Nan Chen, who slowly opened her eyes and then saw the terrifying scene.

"hiss--"

Nan Chen gasped in shock.

She had experienced monster sieges since she was a child, and had participated in all kinds of battles, big and small, as she grew up. But she had never heard of or seen such a bloody scene before.

It was this gasp that drew the attention of the natives, who turned to look at Wang Lan and Nan Chen. Among them, Nan Chen's stunned and astonished expression was the first thing the natives noticed.

"roar!"

"roar!"

"roar!"

One of the natives brandished an axe and yelled wildly. Then, he pushed off the ground and charged towards Nan Chen with explosive speed. The burst of speed was truly terrifying. When he was about ten meters away from Nan Chen, the native kicked off the ground and jumped high into the air. He raised the axe above his head and slashed down fiercely at Nan Chen.

Nan Chen only woke up suddenly at this moment, but it was obviously too late. Her body trembled, and she subconsciously closed her eyes, preparing to be hacked to death!

Even a picture appeared in her mind.

That was the scene of someone being cleaved in two by the local tribesman, with blood gushing out.

But... a few seconds passed.

Nan Chen felt no discomfort. He tried to open his eyes and raise his head, and saw a tall and imposing figure.

It was Wang Lan.

At that moment, Wang Lan stood in front of him, one hand raised, while the native held an axe. The axe fell on Wang Lan's raised arm, and the axe had deeply cleaved into Wang Lan's hand. It seemed that the bone was blocking it, which was why it could not completely cut off Wang Lan's arm.

And Wang Lan...

His body was trembling violently.

Under the axe, Wang Lan watched his blood slide down his arm and onto the ground, then he coldly stared at the native in front of him.

"Huh? Oh? Uh?"

The indigenous people couldn't speak, and could only express their doubts and confusion with intermittent sounds.

Wang Lan took a deep breath, and the air she inhaled carried a faint fishy smell, the smell of her own blood.

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