It turns out that a tribe of highly centralized magical creatures like the Harpys can be noticeably unresponsive after losing their overwhelming leader, and when Punk returns to the sky above the Harpy tribe with a mage's hand pinching his eerie eyeballs, he finds that the Harpies, including some of the Harpys who look like high-level dresses, are not responding to the threat that might befall them.

They all just ordered a few guards to fence off the punk-damaged hut and went on with their work, and not a single one of the tribe thought about what to do if their priestess failed.

In fact, not only were they not ready to flee, but the Harpy Elders even set up a cauldron in the center of the tribe and placed some fresh meat in preparation for celebration.

"Blind trust inevitably leads to blind ignorance, and blind ignorance leads to destruction, and the reason why these magical creatures are being chased around is only because of a stupid word"!

Punk coldly glanced at the jubilant-looking Harpy tribe in the air, and then concentrated on releasing the magic in his hand:

"It's okay, save me trouble, solve it all at once, and the province has to go around catching the "little mouse" running around!

Punk took aim at the cauldron in the center of the tribe, and then threw the dark purple ball in his hand as an Harpy elder shouted, "The Priestess must triumph."

"Master Spell Spell - Kinetic Tide".

"Super Magic Trick - Magic Compression"!

In order to cover the entire Harpy tribe, Punk specially used supermagic techniques to enhance the range of the "kinetic tide", so that this spell could directly destroy all creatures in this large tribe.

The harpies, who were beaming about the celebration of their dead priestess, did not wait for the majestic and beautiful priestess to descend on the square, but saw a bright purple stardust rapidly descend from the clouds in the sky, and the seemingly small "stars" burst out like a small sun with a chilling purple man.

"What's that, it looks...... It's so pretty"?

This was the last thought of almost all the harpies in the square.

A purple wave set off a tide of energy several meters high, in the purple tide, even the space was turned into fragments and swept by the wave, all the places where the "waves" passed were overturned and crushed, tall trees and hard rocks were as easy as dried bread in the purple energy poured into crumbs, and those fragile and wailing creatures could not escape this terrifying "natural disaster" Even the harpy with the fastest reaction time did not have time to escape the scope of the disaster, they could only be chased by the purple torrent of death in their wail, and then everything was "kneaded" with the rest of the clansmen's own tribe's land!

When the terrifying kinetic tide slowly faded, the harpy tribe with many treehouses had become a "ploughed" land, with fragments of rocks and debris of trees mixed in the blood-stained soil, and the collapse of the space extracted a large amount of earth, causing the ground to look half shorter than the surrounding area out of thin air.

In the end, the punk shot down a few harpies who had been flying in the air at the beginning, and were now looking at the ruins of the original "Blackclaw Tribe" in a daze, with "kinetic energy cones", and then carefully used prophecy spells to make sure that there were no survivors of the lucky ones before nodding with satisfaction:

"It's a pity that I have to get out of here quickly, or I should get a lot out of this tribe... But now I have to give up".

Punk didn't waste time greedily for some finances, he casually cleaned up the energy residue around him that was related to him, and then left quickly without hesitation.

Shielded by the Hitezta Magic Crate, Punk is confident that as long as he is not spotted red-handed, he will not be tracked down by any enemies, and those who rush to explore the secrets of this sudden event will end up with nothing to lose.

———————— dividing line——————

"Anyway, this eyeball is really peculiar, it can't really be the body tissue of some legendary creature, right?"

In the silence of the forest night, the punk sitting by the campfire took a closer look with his huge eyeballs, and he wore a pair of silk gloves that shimmered with golden light, and the runes on the gloves inspired a special stance to block the strange aura on the strange eyeballs.

"Master Alchemy Spell - Zelen Gold Gauntlet": Effectively defends against the chronic erosion of most master energy or physics, lasting seventeen magic hours.

Under the protection of the alchemy spell, Punk pinched his lifeless eyeballs vigorously, feeling the smooth touch transmitted directly by the glove, and he couldn't help but think thoughtfully.

He wasn't sure that the eyeball was the eye of some kind of creature, because some mages might also make magic equipment into such strange shapes, and they couldn't tell the identity of the weird eyeball, which meant that the punk couldn't judge the original use of the weird eyeball, it could be a magical equipment used to charge attacks, or it could be the visual organ of a legendary monster.

"But what's the deal with the weird fluctuations on this eyeball, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't have a soul or a life?"

Punk is pretty sure that the Spooky Eyeball has no life or soul, and that the Eyeball's response to energy is more of a stress mechanism, but it doesn't have some autonomous properties.

Punk has tried to inject all kinds of energy into the pupils of the eyeballs, including ether, elementals, and even life force and animal souls, and the vertical pupils of the eyeballs do not refuse, and I will eat whatever comes, but I just won't move you.

That's right, no matter how much energy the punk injected, the weird eyeballs didn't "come to life" as if they were in the hands of the harpy priestess, but calmly converted all the energy into a larger one, and then ............ There is no then.

It doesn't seem to be a matter of energy, but it needs some kind of special "energy"?

Punk looked at the strange vertical pupils of his eyeballs and carefully thought about the "qualities" of those harpys, and he suddenly remembered the "breath" exchange that this eyeball had been doing before the priestess's death, and he also remembered the "evil" aura that wrapped around many harpy warriors.

Especially when the vertical pupils of the weird eyeballs began to extract the priestess's soul, the kind of "evil" she broke out was no longer a simple "malice", it felt more like a very corrosive energy to the punk, and the weird eyeballs successfully released the half-baked legendary attack after devouring those substantial "evils".

"When the priestess died, what was her breath full of—resentment, hatred, anger, despair, sorrow............ In this way, it seems that maybe negative emotions, or negative emotions in energy, are the key"!

Punk finally came to a conclusion!