Dong Wusheng pointed a sickle at the calamity's nose, and before she could think about what to do with this matter, the onlookers on the side suddenly became excited.

They were chattering about something. Dong Wusheng listened carefully for a while, but he didn't understand, but those people had already spontaneously moved, and surrounded her and the calamity in the middle, in a circle.

The people around were shouting enthusiastically, and Dong Wusheng stood in the middle in a daze, looking at a loss.

Calamity, who was surrounded by her, was also surprised at first, but he quickly reacted and beat his chest with his fist excitedly, and his eyes lit up with a belligerent light.

Seeing the calamity rushing towards him, Dong Wusheng's first reaction was to take the sickle farther away, so as not to accidentally hurt someone.

The stone axe in Calamity's hand grazed her forehead, cutting a line of blood.

A little warm liquid flowed out of the wound and down the bridge of her nose, fogging her eyes.

Dong Wusheng only felt a sour pain in his eyes.

Seeing that Dong Wusheng had dodged the blow of the calamity, the crowd cheered, and the sight of blood made these humans who were still in the wilderness even more excited.

Dong Wusheng touched her forehead, feeling a slight tingling, she put her hand in front of her eyes and looked at it, her fingers were red.

I don't know why, the moment she saw the blood, Dong Wusheng also felt that something seemed to be moving in her soul, as if there was a bloodthirsty beast sleeping in her soul, and at this time, when she smelled the breath of blood, the beast faintly showed signs of awakening.

These people ......

Dong Wusheng glanced around.

Are they also reveling for blood, and are beasts sleeping in their souls?

Everyone, is it all like this?

Thinking like this, the last bit of uneasiness in Dong Wusheng's heart disappeared.

That...... Come on, tell her, what the hell is she going to do-

Dong Wusheng took a deep breath, drained all the distractions in his mind, and let his instincts guide him.

For a moment, the onlookers felt as if they had seen the cold blood in the girl's eyes.

The scythe sliced through Calam's neck, or even the skull, in its entirety—only in a matter of moments.

All the onlookers, including Dong Wusheng himself, didn't react to what was happening, only to see the cold light flashing, and the face of the calamity still had the excited expression before the charge, and the head had already rolled off its neck and rolled on the ground a few times.

There was silence on the field for a moment, and then everyone cheered - this group of barbarians didn't care which side they lost, their survival rule was to win or lose.

Dong Wusheng looked at the head lying on the ground in a daze, at this moment she suddenly came to her senses, facing the truth that the scene in front of her instinctively told her, for a moment it seemed like a hand was grabbing her heart, and she trembled with fear.

There was a sudden roar of rage in the crowd, and another strong barbarian jumped into the gladiatorial arena circled by the crowd.

Dong Wusheng held the blood-stained sickle in his hand and subconsciously took a step back.

The new barbarian, presumably a relative or friend of someone who had just died, picked up the head on the ground and wailed in a beastly wail in grief with a voice that seemed to tear the air to pieces.

"I ......"

Dong Wusheng opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

People have already been killed by her, what else is there to say? Say sorry? Don't you think it's ridiculous to say sorry at this time?

The barbarian didn't give her a chance to say sorry, he roared and rushed towards Dong Wusheng, a pair of big hands grabbing her head directly, as if to break her neck alive.

Dong Wusheng subconsciously took a step back, probably because she was too small, and the hand of the retreating barbarian swiped over her head and failed to catch her directly.

However, the barbarian grabbed her hair with his backhand, and with a flick of his thick arm, he threw her whole person out directly.

Dong Wusheng landed on the sand not far away, her body was blessed with spiritual power, this attack could not hurt her roots, she quickly got up, stood in place with a disgraced face, touched the painful scalp, and then touched the wound on her forehead stained with sand, the pain stimulated her fighting instinct, but the scene of the calamity that had just died was deeply imprinted in her mind, like a nightmare, and she was frozen in place, unable to move.

The crowd cheered, and the barbarians rushed again amid the cheers. Dong Wusheng pushed him away, transported his spiritual power, and rushed out of the crowd with a few ups and downs, and fled.

Running far away, Dong Wusheng still felt that the barbarian's roar echoed in his ears, and the picture of the calamity before his death was entangled in front of her all the time, I don't know how far she ran, something tripped her, she fell face down on the ground, and after falling motionless for several seconds, she slowly curled up, curled up in a ball, and fell to the ground, shaking silently.

Dong Wusheng lay in place all night, did nothing, and never slept, but was tortured by the frightened demon in place for a night.

When the sun rose the next day, the sun was shining on the back of Dong Wusheng's head, and after a long time, he was faintly hot, Dong Wusheng raised his head blankly and looked around for a long time.

After a long time, he staggered to his feet as if he had just recognized the world in front of him.

She looked ahead, then behind her. She didn't know where she was going, so she just stood where she was.

It wasn't until he smelled a faint smell of blood wafting from the air between his noses that Dong Wusheng seemed to wake up like a dream, looked around, and followed the smell to touch it.

When she came to the place where the smell of blood came from, Dong Wusheng recognized it at a glance, this was the tribe she had broken into yesterday.

Standing outside the fence made of wooden stakes, Dong Wusheng stared at the dividing line motionless, as if it was a prison cell drawn by God, and if he stepped into a step, he would never be able to turn over.

However, there were screams coming from inside, the smell of blood and calamity getting stronger and stronger, and there were voices shouting hysterically in Dong Wusheng's mind—

Kill it, kill the thing that brought disaster, kill the thing that smells—

As long as you kill all the things that bring disaster, the world can be quiet-

Only by killing all that kind of thing can innocent people be saved—

But the people who brought the disaster didn't do anything......

Dong Wusheng heard a small voice in his heart shouting as hard as he could-

There are those who love them, and there are those who grieve and anger over their deaths, and they suffer terribly......

......

The two voices were fighting in Dong Wusheng's mind, and at this time, Dong Wusheng could already see what the people inside were doing screaming and running.

The Scourge suddenly went berserk en masse and were slaughtering in their former homeland.

Forget it, otherwise, can you save one and save the other......

Dong Wusheng stretched out his hand to prop it up on the fence, and crossed the dividing line so easily.