"Well!"
Ye Feng's arrow pierced the first of the natives who had shouted.
Then, one after another, the natives fell to the ground.
But they truly live up to their reputation as the fighting spirit of the Amazonians; even in this dire situation, they still wanted to take up arms and fight back.
"Kill them!"
The man with the beard and clothes pointed at Ye Feng and shouted orders.
But he and another native retreated repeatedly, quickly ending up behind the rest of the natives.
Judging from this, it's obvious they're trying to escape.
Because he recognized the equipment Ye Feng and his companions were wearing.
Having been exposed to modern culture, he naturally understood that his opponent was a modern person with superior weaponry, and he had no chance of winning.
At this moment, running away is the only option.
Ye Feng glanced at the man, first startled, then sneered.
"It seems that educated people are indeed different; they seem to be a bit smarter than these fools."
These two were his targets, so naturally he wouldn't let them escape.
However, he didn't pay any attention to it, because he had already guessed that this would happen.
Ye Feng had previously instructed Zhan Pengwu to stay with Salla, not only to protect her safety but, more importantly, to prevent the two natives from escaping.
Let alone two natives, even two martial arts practitioners couldn't beat Zhan Pengwu.
Ye Feng and his group continued to fire arrows at the natives.
Modern people with modern weapons, and the fact that they launched a surprise attack on a group of weak natives, made this battle a complete annihilation.
In situations like these, the advantages of compound bows become apparent.
Because there was no need to draw the bow and arrows, any native who got their hands on one would be shot dead immediately.
They were utterly powerless to fight back; their weakened bodies made even walking a luxury, let alone retaliating.
The battle lasted less than three minutes under the relentless barrage of arrows.
Of the 22 natives, only 4 escaped, including the two native leaders who fled.
The rest were either dead or injured.
The scene was filled with cries of agony. Some of the indigenous people who had been shot in the legs clutched their legs and screamed in pain while vomiting and having diarrhea.
The scene looked both pitiful and funny.
If the other party hadn't brought so many weapons, Ye Feng might not have gone so far as to kill them.
Having survived so many life-or-death crises, this can be considered an emergency evacuation.
He couldn't risk his own and his companions' lives to gamble on whether the other side would compromise.
"Stop!"
At Ye Feng's command, everyone ceased firing.
Tang Weiwei quickly ran to Liya and, to her shocked and confused gaze, untied the ropes for her.
"Don't be afraid, you're safe now."
This wasn't a Native American language, and Leah didn't understand it. She just stared blankly at the group.
"Tachah hates you?"
This is the question "Who are you?", which Salla has asked more than once.
The group understood what was being said, but had no idea how to respond.
"Never mind him for now, Da Xiong. Clean up the scene and give these human traffickers a quick death."
After Ye Feng finished speaking, Fu Changxiong and Tang Weiwei took out their knives and began to finish off the victims one by one.
This is not cruel; on the contrary, it is a relief for them.
Tang Weiwei didn't seem to have any psychological burden; every swing of her short knife hit a vital point.
But when Fu Changxiong faced a tearful native, he hesitated with his axe in hand.
Although the indigenous people's faces were dark, their features were still clearly visible at such close range.
This is a native with a youthful appearance, and he doesn't even have a beard.
Judging from his appearance, he should be no more than thirteen years old.
His lips trembled, tears streamed down his face, and he babbled as if begging for mercy.
I desperately wanted to kneel down, but with an arrow in my thigh, I couldn't move at all.
Fu Changxiong was clearly softened; he was old enough to be his son.
He had killed many people, but he still couldn't bring himself to kill a child like this.
Because he has one child.
Seeing this, Tang Weiwei stepped forward and slashed the neck of the native with her short knife. Blood gushed out immediately, and the man quickly lost his life.
"Being shot by a composite bow, my leg bone is already broken. Living is just torture, merely delaying death."
There's nothing wrong with retaining some humanity. Get out of here, I'll do this kind of work.
Having experienced countless battles, Tang Weiwei's heart was already as hard as steel.
If the brothers in the team can still retain their humanity, that would be a good thing.
After all, returning to society might lessen the psychological burden.
"Thanks, brother."
Tang Weiwei did not reply, but simply took the knife and took away one life after another.
Soon, all that remained at the scene was a pile of excrement and vomit, and a large number of corpses.
Looking at Ye Feng's actions, Liya felt nothing but shock and endless curiosity.
On the other side was a proper fighting force of the Shuar tribe, equipped with the best weapons and equipment, and possessing supreme power bestowed by demons.
The Baija tribe had previously suffered crushing defeats in every battle against them.
One Shuar warrior is worth at least three Baija warriors.
In terms of numbers and weaponry, they are not even in the same league.
That's why they were driven from the rich outer edges of the jungle all the way to the depths of the jungle.
Even though they had been hiding for years, a tribe composed entirely of women was always easy prey for other tribes.
After all, they themselves are the most important resource.
But these men, whom he had never seen before, had wiped out nearly 20 Shuar warriors in just a few moves without getting hurt.
What kind of fighting power do they have? Which tribe are they from?
"wrong."
Liya kept glancing at Ye Feng and the others, but immediately dismissed the idea in her mind.
The weapons and clothing used by these people were even more magnificent than those of the Shuar people who had obtained demonic power.
This shows that their power is above that of the demons.
Lia seemed to have suddenly found the answer…
"They must be gods! Or beings with divine power. But... where did Salra get these gods from?"
She could tell that Ye Feng was definitely a higher-level god among these gods, or a high priest or similar position.
So she walked towards Ye Feng, knelt down in front of him with a thud, and began to kowtow devoutly.
That appearance was exactly the same as Salra's back then...
"Lia, a citizen of the Baija tribe, bows to all the great gods and thanks you for coming to save her and kill the demon."
"I just don't know... what kind of gods are you all? Are you... the great Allah of the Treehouse?"
She bombarded Ye Feng with questions...
Ye Feng and his companions were completely bewildered, unable to understand what was being said at all.
But this respectful bowing, coupled with that excited and thrilled expression…
Without even thinking about it, I knew I'd probably become some kind of god again.
After all, Salla had already demonstrated this worship ceremony to them many times.
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