"Roar"
The Three-Tails, Isobu, roared to the sky, its sonic waves creating gusts of wind that pushed the surrounding seawater in all directions, forming waves as high as two meters.
Waves crashed onto the beach, stunning schools of fish that were carried ashore, scattering them like worthless pebbles. Any shore-gathering enthusiast would have fainted with joy at such a sight.
The waves surged past the beach and into the forest, uprooting low shrubs and shaking tall trees violently.
A gale raged, and countless seabirds, sensing an incomparable life force, took to the sky like a dark cloud, screeching and flapping their wings desperately as they fled the area.
The Heitus tribe, a primitive tribe with a history of five hundred years, derived its name from the capture of a Heitus under the protection of the self-proclaimed King of the Mobius gods.
The current chief is Leons, who gained his position by killing his father.
It was the most beautiful time of the afternoon, the mealtime. Tribesmen had already presented the fattest fish to Leons. Just as Leons was about to enjoy it, a thunderous roar echoed from the seashore, shaking the ground so much that all the birds flew from their nests. A ring of wind then swept across the island, causing the forest to rustle with what sounded like frightened whispers, expressing their fear of the impending danger.
Leons stood up uneasily, his gaze fixed on the west of the island, where the roar had originated.
The island was located deep in the ocean. They had encountered countless deep-sea behemoths, and countless more were spoken of in tribal legends. Many tribesmen had fallen prey to these beasts. Leons himself had seen one from a thousand meters away, but this was the first time one was so close. Judging by the sound, the beast was already at the edge of the island.
"Someone, go and see what's happening."
Five strong young men picked up their spears and ran towards the source of the roar. However, before they could even leave the tribe's vicinity, a water stream thicker than an adult man's torso sliced through the forest.
While this stream of water lacked the sharpness of Li Xi's Water Break Wave, its sheer brute force could shatter anything in its path without leaving a trace.
Trees as thick as five men hugging them were broken.
Low hills were shattered.
Temporary resting spots built by tribesmen in the forest were pulverized.
The originally lush primeval forest, once like a well-maintained lawn or harvested fields, was reduced to uneven stumps and debris after being hit by this powerful torrent of water. The island, once like a beautiful maiden with abundant hair, now resembled a girl whose hair had been chewed by a dog.
"Dodge!"
Seeing the water stream flatten all the trees and hills in front of the tribe, others in the tribe shouted at the five brave scouts.
The five were not foolish. They turned and ran as they saw trees being continuously cut down. But how could their speed match that of the water stream? As they saw the water stream about to sweep past them, they knew they couldn't escape.
*Splat*
The five instantly fell face-first to the ground. The water stream passed over their heads and continued its assault towards the tribe, as if it were determined to wipe the tribe off the island.
"Down!"
Leons shouted, and all the tribesmen imitated him, lying on the ground. Just as they awaited the destruction of their ancestral home, the water stream stopped just before the tribal entrance, as if it had lost its momentum, transforming into a pool of water that dampened the ground before disappearing.
Time seemed to pass in an instant, and yet it felt like an eternity. Every member of the Heitus tribe was covered in cold sweat from fear.
Leons cautiously raised his head. Apart from the forest in front of them being flattened, there were no other changes. However, the fact that a mere stream of water could flatten a forest was the most convincing testament to the power of this unknown beast.
"Thank the main god for his protection, thank the beast for its mercy. But the chance to survive cannot be left to the enemy's benevolence." Leons made a swift decision, "Tribal crisis, blood sacrifice to the totem, summon the main god to descend."
The tribesmen, who had been so terrified by the altered landscape that they dared not get up, trembled upon hearing Chief Leons' words. They nervously glanced at each other, clearly more fearful of the so-called main god than the deep-sea behemoth that had almost wiped them out.
Within the mental space of the Three-Tails, Isobu, by the sea, Li Xi could see everything through Isobu's eyes.
Li Xi watched the flattened terrain and exclaimed, "Beautiful! No one was hurt, and they were made to feel the crisis. Now they have no choice but to summon an evil god."
Isobu casually swished its tail. "If I couldn't even handle such a small matter, wouldn't I be useless?"
"I see they've already gone to summon the evil god. Let's add a little more fuel to the fire."
Isobu emerged from the sea and onto the beach. The soft sand could not bear Isobu's weight, and it was immediately stomped into craters several meters deep.
The primitive tribesmen kneeling before the stone pillar heard heavy footsteps from the sea. With each step, the entire island trembled. At this moment, the island that had nurtured the Heitus tribe for a thousand years quaked uncontrollably under the feet of the unknown beast, making the tribesmen feel the true meaning of a genocidal disaster for the first time.
Leons could clearly see a colossal turtle, as large as a mountain, climbing out of the sea. Because the forest had been cleared, this terrifyingly massive form, far surpassing any deep-sea behemoth mentioned in legends since the tribe's founding, sent shivers down everyone's spines. This deep-sea behemoth didn't need to do anything; if it simply lay on top of the tribe, the entire tribe would be crushed into the earth.
What terrified them even more was that after coming ashore, the giant turtle ignored everything else and focused its gaze directly on the tribe, as if it were heading straight for them. Leons, his voice choked, shouted, "All tribesmen who have lived through forty great rituals, come out!"
As soon as Leons uttered this, the tribe, which numbered only a few thousand, erupted in wails. Many women hugged their men and cried, men hugged their wives and cried, and children hugged their parents and cried. The chosen tribesmen, showing no resistance, walked to the front, their faces ashen, forming circles around the stone pillar and kneeling on the ground. Sudan Novel Network.
The tribe held a great ritual once a year. Forty great rituals meant tribesmen aged forty and above. This time, nearly a thousand people came forward, representing one-sixth of the tribe's population.
Leons said no motivating words. No tribesman dared to resist during the blood sacrifice to the main god; this was a submission etched into the very bones of every tribesman.
Leons drew a bone dagger and cut his palm. Blood flowed out, and Leons smeared all his blood onto the stone pillar. The once-black stone pillar, now smeared with blood, looked like the blood on the lips of a cannibal – evil.
Leons then commanded the surrounding tribesmen, "Begin the blood sacrifice."
The tribesmen over forty years old took out bone daggers or bone knives, their eyes filled with despair and reluctance. Yet, even with their families behind them, they dared not look back. Their death was better than the death of their entire families. It was through the blood sacrifices of generation after generation that the tribe had survived crisis after crisis.
The scene of nearly a thousand people committing suicide simultaneously was rare, and the collective gushing of blood pillars three feet high was filled with an eerie atmosphere.
All the gushing blood did not fall to the ground freely but flowed like a hundred rivers into the sea, drawn into the totem stone pillar. The pillar, like a traveler who had not drunk water for days in the desert, greedily absorbed it upon seeing it.
At first, the tribesmen's blood spurted out due to internal and external pressure. As the pillar absorbed more blood, it was as if someone was pumping their bodies with a high-powered water pump. The blood flowed faster and faster, and these tribesmen, treated as sacrifices, began to shrivel.
These nearly thousand people who simultaneously committed suicide not only had every drop of blood squeezed dry but also their spiritual energy. The shriveled bodies, still bearing some flesh, began to emit faint white spots. The corpses of the Heitus tribesmen turned into mummies, as if weathered for millennia.
As the blood, enough to form a small stream, and the essence of these people were absorbed into the pillar, the pillar seemed to awaken like a slumbering giant, its subjective spiritual energy beginning to look around.
Witnessing the simultaneous suicide of nearly a thousand people and their simultaneous draining, Li Xi sighed, lamenting how cheap human lives were in this world, easily slaughtered like weeds. "Truly an evil god, requiring so many sacrifices to awaken."
Isobu, still leisurely approaching, chewed on a tree trunk more than ten meters long, as casually as a normal person chewing on a blade of grass. "Li Xi, you're too troublesome. Why don't I just blast this island with a Tailed Beast Bomb? Who cares what kind of evil god it is? I guarantee not even ashes will remain."
"No, this is our first encounter with a divine-level being. We will surely face even more powerful ones in the future. Now is the time to gain experience."
"As you wish."
Li Xi intentionally controlled Isobu's speed. He watched Leons perform his chaotic dance, and the spiritual energy emanating from the stone pillar grew stronger, gradually spreading outwards.
Soon, the spiritual energy reached Isobu. Like a blind man touching an elephant, upon contact with the evil god's spiritual energy,
"Get lost! Don't touch my backside."
Isobu's roar caused the spiritual energy to recoil as if flesh had touched a searing hot iron. The spiritual energy, which had not shown any reaction before, suddenly retracted.
Not only did the spiritual energy in this area retract, but all the spiritual energy emanating from other places also instantly withdrew into the stone pillar. The next moment, a red light shot up into the sky from the pillar. Leons didn't know what was happening. The experience passed down through generations offered no solution for the current situation. He could only dance more vigorously with the inherited, pleasing dance, hoping to awaken the main god sooner.
With a "boom," an explosion sounded, and the stone pillar, sacrificed to for countless generations, was blown away. A sinkhole appeared where the sacrifice had taken place. Leons, who was dancing, and many tribesmen fell in without even a chance to react.
A gaping maw had already prepared to catch all the falling tribesmen, swallowing them into its depths mixed with dirt.
If one listened carefully, one could still hear the fearful cries for help emanating from within the evil god's belly in the darkness.
Li Xi watched clearly. After the sinkhole appeared, the primitive tribesmen gathered in the center instantly fell in. Then, a dozen tentacles with suction cups extended from the sinkhole. With sweeps of tentacles tens of meters long, many tribesmen were sucked in and dragged back into the sinkhole amidst their screams. This scene reminded Li Xi of an anteater licking up ants.
In just a few sweeps of the tentacles, not many people in the entire tribe remained alive.
"It seems we pose a considerable threat to him. To enhance his own strength, he's even discarding his believers."
It turned out that the so-called evil god, sensing Isobu's power, knew it was no match for him. To save itself, it devoured the tribe it had been worshipped by for thousands of years, thereby maximizing its strength to survive this hunting crisis.
Isobu looked at the soft tentacles with suction cups. "So it's a giant octopus. I used to eat these often. They're crispy. As long as you grab one tentacle, you can catch the whole octopus and eat it."
"Today, I'll let you taste the difference of an otherworldly divine-level octopus."
Isobu raised its head high and opened its mouth, like the center of a black hole. A gust of wind picked up, and energy began to gather at the edge of Isobu's mouth.
From a sesame-seed-sized black dot to an extent that Isobu could swallow, Isobu aimed at the sinkhole, took aim, and fired.
"Boom!"
Like the roar of an unyielding god of war, like countless thunderbolts punishing the most wicked sinners,
The red beam of light broke through all restraints, tearing into powder everything it encountered along its path. An energy channel, depressed and carved out, headed towards the evil god's sinkhole.
"Boom!"
The Tailed Beast Bomb, fired by Isobu, finally struck the location of the sinkhole.
The earth shattered. The Heitus tribe, no longer having any tribesmen, was completely torn apart by the shockwave of the Tailed Beast Bomb. The ground was scoured a foot high, and the area of the sinkhole, struck by the Tailed Beast Bomb, was completely blown off Crescent Island, shattering into countless pieces that sank into the sea.
A hurricane raged, as if the greatest storm in the history of the sea had been unleashed at this moment. The forest, originally cut by Isobu's water, was now blown away like helpless grass, flying off the island and landing on the sea several miles away.
The vegetation and animals on other parts of the island suffered untold calamities at this moment. To escape the apocalyptic scene, the sea on the other side of the island was already littered with animal carcasses. They would rather drown than stay on the island and be shaken to death.
The sea surface churned violently due to the energy fluctuations caused by the Tailed Beast Bomb explosion. Waves twenty meters high were blown up, the white foam reaching the heavens, as if the sea god were enraged and intending to sink the entire island into the deepest depths of the ocean.