The dozens of natives of the Tucker clan who have been blessed by the witch doctor's sacrifice dance are indeed much stronger than before, but they are spirits, and their mana is far inferior to that of flesh and blood transcendents, and they have never been able to catch up with the black-haired alien race running ahead.

In the rainforest, plantain trees, rain trees, coconut trees, red sandalwood and other broad-leaved trees were quickly left behind by them, and the sound of the whirring wind resounded in their ears.

"My mana is starting to run out!"

Of the three wolf barbarian warlocks who strode away, the one on the far left suddenly shouted.

One of them immediately replied:

"Keep going, don't disperse, we'll break through the border as soon as it's safe!"

That being said, the distance between the three of them was still a little bit away intentionally or unintentionally, but it was to prevent someone from following Chen Ze's example.

Although Liu Yi was innocent of death, and Chen Ze secretly calculated that he had a reason, the three of them were still secretly wary of the other two colleagues.

As they gradually moved away from the core of the secret realm, the greenery of this rainforest was slowly becoming sparse, and the three of them were secretly happy in their hearts, the way to survive was ahead, and the speed was a little faster.

Behind the three of them, the female witch doctor wearing a feather forehead ornament and wearing animal skins and teeth at the front of the natives suddenly shouted to the hunter who was running at the front of the group, with an exceptionally strong body:

"Anu, take it!"

There was a sound of breaking the air, and the strongest hunter of the Tak tribe named Anu for thousands of years did not look back, reached out and grabbed the wooden bottle thrown from behind, and did not look at it all.

As the bitter, astringent liquid in the bottle mixed with unknown viscous substance entered his spirit, a primitive and wild force of nature grew in his body, and his speed suddenly became a little faster.

Anu was shocked, grabbed the spear in his hand and broke away from the large army, and rushed alone to the three aliens who were fleeing in front.

Seeing this, the male witch doctor, who was also standing in front of the team, stopped running, his face was a little gloomy, and he thrust the bone staff in his hand on the ground, chanting a tack spell, and a little blood red light gradually gathered at the top of the bone staff with the chanting, and then he grabbed a few teeth on his own and pricked them into his hand, and blood gushed out to dye it red.

The witch doctor was accustomed to the pain of this spell, and he was a heroic spirit, and it would not take long for this injury to recover, he continued to chant the mantra, and the blood and teeth turned into blood-colored spiritual light together and rushed to the bone staff, and the head of the staff immediately condensed a bright red magic ball like blood, seeing this, the man took out the bone staff and pointed it to Anu:

"Bozoga!"

Voodoo Bloodlust!

A blood light swept by, and the figure of Anu who was running in the front shook violently, and a blood light lingered on its surface, and his whole body became a little larger, and the animal skin clothes that had originally fit were swelled.

"Ahhh

The muscles on his body were bearded, and his body was suddenly tall and mighty, and Anu shouted, his eyes were red as blood, and with a bloodthirsty roar like a beast, he pounced faster and faster towards the three people who were still running in front of him.

Hearing the roar that did not look like a human voice getting closer and closer, and the sound of stepping on the ground behind him getting heavier and heavier, the three wolf barbarian warlocks who had been running out of breath did not dare to look back, ignoring the increasingly painful legs, and continued to urge the mana to speed up.

As long as the aura is still not exhausted, the speed of the native heroic spirit will not slow down; The flesh and blood body is limited by physical strength, not to mention that these wolf barbarian warlocks are all partial spells, and they do not pay attention to the foundation of the body, and their physical strength is not long.

Rear.

The witch doctor, who had just unleashed his voodoo spell, still stood still, he let out a sigh of relief as he watched Anu, who was getting faster and faster, pulled out a wooden bottle from his waist, bit down the bottle with his mouth, and poured a black, viscous liquid into the wound.

The liquid stenched, and tiny worms floated on it, none other than the voodoo potion made by the Tucker witch doctor.

The palm of his hand was almost pierced back and forth by himself, and the gurgling blood gushing out of the wound turned into aura, and he was working with potions to repair the terrifying blood hole little by little.

Many Tucker hunters ran past him, some continued to chase their targets, others stopped and muttered:

"Lord Dazzle, do you need our guards?"

The male witch doctor named Dazzle thought for a moment, and immediately shouted an order to the hunter running by his side:

"Stop! Don't chase after you. ”

The last few natives of the group had just run by, and when they heard this, they all stopped and came back, and listened to the witch doctor's orders:

"There is also a lone black-haired evil spirit in this land blessed by the ancestors, our movement is not small, maybe the last person is also here, you give me protection, you must be vigilant!"

Hearing this, a total of seven Tak hunters nodded yes with a pang in their hearts.

Dai Ze's heart lightened, and he continued to use his mana to repair his injuries.

At this moment, a black shadow emerged from the forest behind itself and swooped straight at him.

"Enemy attack!"

Seeing this, the natives who were vigilantly guarding shouted, and the three closest people raised their spears and stabbed them, while the rest stood still and raised their arms lightly, concentrating on guard.

In the blink of an eye, the thorns had already pounced, and the eight natives in front of him had been left alone, and he knew that the opportunity could not be lost, so he immediately took action.

"The speed of this native has become faster, nearly thirty percent faster than the few killed in front!"

Seeing the three wooden spears stabbing at him, his heart sank, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the four enemies behind the three earthlings all raised their arms lightly, knowing that once they avoided it, the old force would be gone, and when the new force was not born, they would face their head-on attack.

"Sure enough, they are all warriors who have been tempered for thousands of years, three people meet and four people respond, and their personal skills and combined attack methods have won the three flavors of the art of war."

"But this skill is useless in the face of stronger mana."

The mana of the thorn's whole body flowed, and a stream of hot and cold mana flowed into the eight-sided magic sword, and he did not avoid it, and took a deep breath and held his breath to concentrate.

In this state, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he didn't pay attention to any other places, and his five senses completely locked the eight enemies in front of him.

The male witch doctor who was protected in the middle was dark and thin, with various colors of oil paint painted on his face, and the wound on his palm was still bleeding, and he looked at the enemy with a calm face.

When Dai Ze was still alive as a living person, he would also be terrified by life and death, but since his death, he has continued to live for hundreds of thousands of years in this ancestral blessed place, and his temperament has become more and more stoic, just looking at the enemy coldly, and there is no fear in his eyes.

"Aru ......"

He opened his mouth and chanted, directly using the spiritual blood that had not dried up the wound as the casting material, and he was about to cast the voodoo magic that he was best at.

The other seven native hunters had calm expressions, their eyes flashing with murderous intent, and they tightly held the wooden spear in their hands.

The movements and expressions of these natives were all included in the thorny eyes of the thorns, and his high-speed brain analyzed them one by one like a computer and came up with the optimal solution, and in this state, time seemed to freeze.

A cold light slashed out like a match, and the eight-sided magic sword filled with mana did not stab, but the blade slashed, and instantly hit the tips of the three wooden spears.

Ever since he entered this cave and was almost injured when he first encountered the native heroic spirit, he deeply understood:

These natives are really tempered with a spear, and now he is temporarily avoiding the edge, and he will sink into the mud in the continuous attacks after them, in this case, it is better to hit the hard, and the strong attack is weak, just look at the hard power of the two sides, which is stronger.

"Ping!"

There was a loud sound in the air, this wooden spear was inherited by the Tucker clan, and it was already as strong as steel, and it suddenly aroused dazzling sparks under the collision with the magic sword.

The three natives were violently shocked by this impact, and they immediately couldn't grasp the weapons in their hands, and at the same time, a strong cold and hot force penetrated along the wooden spear, and they screamed in pain, and the wooden spear came out of their hands.

There are no waves in the ancient well on the thorny surface of the thorns, and the three swords are pointed out.