Chapter 136 Sacrifice

"Woohoo...Woohoo..."

The armless warrior panted, staring at the leader of the Spirit Claw. If the hatred in his eyes could be turned into substance, the leader of the Spirit Claw would have been wiped out long ago.

"Let the Moon Totem leader help you."

The sixth generation leader reminded.

According to the armless warrior's fighting style, the Moon Totem leader could not intervene at all.

He was too crazy. Only by suppressing his hatred, being sober and rational, and cooperating with the Moon Totem leader, he might be able to suppress the leader

of the Spirit Claw. "No need, I will avenge the Spirit Tiger."

He stared at the leader of the Spirit Claw stubbornly, revealing a hint of madness in his eyes, and slowly squatted on the ground, holding up the Tiger Spirit Knife with his right hand.

The Sixth Chief and his companions were puzzled, but the Chief of the Spirit Claws raised his eyebrows, showing a rare trace of fear.

"Great Tiger Totem, you lead us through the jungle..."

The Armless Warrior began to murmur, using the language of the Fire Tribe. The Sixth Chief and his companions could understand, but they did not understand what he was going to do.

"Are you going to sacrifice your soul? You lunatic, if your totem does not respond, you will be burned to death by the totem fire."

The Chief of the Spirit Claws asked fearfully, but the Armless Warrior did not answer at all.

"You lead us to survive in this world and guide us..."

"Madman, lunatic, die."

The Chief of the Spirit Claws obviously did not want him to complete this weird scene, and raised his claw staff to hit the Armless Warrior.

"Ding~~"

The armless warrior stood up, blocked the attack with the Tiger Spirit Knife in his hand, retreated, and continued to mutter.

"We believe in you, respect you... Ding ding...your people are suffering in this world, being eaten alive, being cooked in hot fires..."

The more he spoke, the more frequently the Spirit Claw leader attacked. The sound of ping-pong continued. The Spirit Claw leader kept attacking, and the armless warrior just resisted and retreated.

"I'll help you."

Although the Yuetu Teng leader didn't understand what happened, he knew to buy time for the armless warrior. He raised the bloodthirsty gun in his hand, thrust the long gun forward, inserted it between the two, and blocked the armless warrior.

"Tiger Totem, please look at their wronged souls. They cannot serve you in life, nor can they enter your fire in death. They hate you, they are miserable."

The voice of the armless warrior was sad, with tears in his eyes. All his sorrows and pains were pouring out, which made people feel daunted.

"I am willing to contribute my spirit, soul, and body to you. I only ask for a battle, to kill the enemy in front of me, and to avenge the dead people of the Tiger Tribe."

As his voice became more and more shrill, the eyes of the dark black saber-toothed tiger behind him became more and more spiritual, and finally even rolled his eyeballs and looked at the armless warrior under him.

This bizarre scene was really frightening. It was clearly a phantom. Even though he roared to the sky, it was just a movement. His eyes were always dull. Suddenly, he moved like this. The Sixth Generation Leader and others couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Stop him. If he really comes, we will all die."

The leader of the Spirit Claws roared while fighting with the leader of the Moon Totem. He wanted the Sixth Generation Leader to stop the Armless Warrior, but the two sides couldn't communicate at all because they couldn't speak the same language.

"You will all die. You will all die."

The leader of the Spirit Claws roared, but everyone thought he was desperate.

The tiger behind the Armless Warrior slowly stepped forward, opened its bloody mouth and bit the Armless Warrior. Slowly, he swallowed the Armless Warrior whole.

The location of the broken-armed warrior was wrapped in a dark totem power, and it was hard to see clearly. After a few seconds, the wrapping suddenly exploded, and the broken-armed warrior appeared.

"Thank you, you let the Tiger Tribe regain freedom."

The broken-armed warrior who reappeared was full of dark tattoos, and there were also lines on his face, which made people feel like the bloody mouth of a saber-toothed tiger was coming towards him.

"You can't live, you lunatic, the tiger totem will kill everyone, everyone."

The leader of the Spirit Claws jumped back, and the grass-green power on his body burst out. He turned around and ran away without caring about anyone.

"Run? Aren't you going to pay back the debt of the Tiger Tribe?"

The armless warrior said, and the totem power burst out, as if a tiger was entangled with him, bringing up a black mist.

He exerted force suddenly, and a deep pit was trampled out of the ground. The whole person shot past the Moon Totem leader like an arrow from a bow, bringing up a cold wind.

"Fast, too fast."

The Moon Totem leader was shocked and had no reaction. His eyes were fixed on the armless warrior who rushed forward.

The wolf tribe warrior was so scared that he jumped back a small step. Because of his tribe, he was very sensitive to wild beasts. The running armless warrior gave him the feeling of a saber-toothed tiger.

"Shua..."

At the critical moment, the leader of the Spirit Claw turned his head and was not killed by the sword, but he was too hasty to keep up with the movement and half of his arm was chopped off to the ground.

"Ah."

The leader of the Spirit Claw cried out in pain, but did not choose to hug his broken arm, but picked up the claw staff with his left hand.

At the critical moment of life and death, weapons are the most important. Although the leader of the Spirit Claw was frightened, he did not lose his mind.

"Are you the leader of the Spirit Tiger, or the totem tiger?"

The leader of the Spirit Claw asked in fear, holding the claw staff in his left hand and taking a defensive posture.

"Who am I, does it matter?"

The armless warrior inserted the knife into the broken arm of the leader of the Spirit Claw on the ground, raised it and put it in his mouth.

"Crack...Crack..."

The fingers of the broken arm were bitten off and kept rolling in the mouth of the broken-armed warrior.

"Hiss..."

The surrounding warriors took a breath of cold air. They had never seen such an action of chewing the enemy's body directly.

"Hehe..."

The armless warrior suddenly laughed out loud, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth and fell to the ground.

As he laughed, the tiger's mouth tattoo on the armless warrior's face seemed to laugh along, looking extremely terrifying.

"Spare me, I am willing to surrender."

The leader of the Spirit Claw said.

"Is it possible?"

The armless warrior said, shook off the armless arm on the knife, and rushed towards the leader of the Spirit Claw again.

"Bang... Bang... Bang..."

After getting close, the armless warrior just swung the stone knife to chop, and the leader of the Spirit Claw held up the claw staff with his left arm and struggled to support himself.

"How can you let me go?"

The leader of the Spirit Claw begged.

If it was the Broken Arm Warrior, he would definitely not want to say such words, but at this moment, he didn't know whether the man in front of him was the Broken Arm Warrior or the Tiger Totem, which made him completely put aside his shame and beg.

"Impossible."

The Broken Arm Warrior roared, charging up his strength to strike, and the black totem power on his arm took the shape of a tiger claw and fell suddenly.

"Bang..."

The claw spirit staff was knocked to the ground, and the Broken Arm Warrior also threw away the Tiger Spirit Knife. He held down the leader of the Spirit Claw Tribe with his left hand, opened his bloody mouth, and bit the leader of the Spirit Claw Tribe fiercely on the face.

"Ah..."

As the leader of the Spirit Claw Tribe screamed heartbreakingly, half of his face was bitten off by the Broken Arm Warrior, who chewed and swallowed it raw.

The battlefield around them had gradually become quiet, and the resistance of the Spirit Claws was getting weaker and weaker. Finally, everyone put down their weapons in sorrow and looked towards the battlefield.

"Wuwuwu..."

Many Spirit Tigers looked at this scene and cried out in sorrow.

These warriors who had been fearless before seemed to have lost all their strength at this moment, and just wanted to cry loudly to comfort their sorrow and the souls of the tribe.