Evolve from a Tree

0Hearing that the spatial passageway opened earlier, Nuge could no longer maintain a calm appearance. Fresh blood gushed to his forehead, his face was red, and the expression on his face changed again and again. He was overjoyed.    3

    

Fortunately, the carapace s were covering him and no one else could see him. Otherwise, his cold-blooded and cruel image would have been ruined.    

    

"By Ebony God, the heavens have blessed my Mountain Worm!"    

    

"Soldiers, listen up. The future of the tribe is just in front of us. We will imprint our footprints and our blood in the new world behind the holy gate!"    

    

Nuge's thick right arm muscles tensed up, his callused big hand gripped the handle tightly, and with a "Zheng" sound, he pulled out the big guy that could barely be seen as a knife.    

    

This blade weighed at least a hundred or so pounds, and the edges were abnormally sharpened. It was obvious that the blade's owner cared for it very much and had taken great care of it.    

    

Nuge held the machete with one hand without breathing. The palm of his left hand held the sharp edge of the knife, and it only made a small scratch.    

    

Nuge put the machete back into the ground without batting an eyelid. The index and middle fingers of his right hand drew a simple line on his face with the hot blood on his palm.    

    

This was not a ceremony to maim oneself, but a ceremony for the mountain worm tribe.    

    

These were battle markings that could only be grasped by previous generations of Shamans. After it was activated, the battle markings would give the owner a strong boost in a short period of time. However, the price they had to pay was the loss of their vitality.    

    

A burly Wutu Warrior could only activate battle patterns three times in his lifetime. Even Grand Commander, who was like Nuge, could only activate it five to six times at most, so any warrior who activated the battle patterns would naturally have their lifespan greatly shortened.    

    

It was because of this that this battle mark also had the meaning of a battle to the death.    

    

"For the tribe!" After Nuge finished the last stroke, a deafening roar sounded.    

    

The other soldiers drew battle marks on their faces with their own blood. The smell of blood pervaded the surrounding of the space channel. It was determined to pierce the sky and scatter the floating clouds.    

    

"For the tribe!"    

    

"For the tribe!"    

    

Nuge had a team of soldiers stay behind and had them report to the other two men who had rushed over, Grand Commander and the Shaman. He then led the group into the space tunnel, and the rest of the soldiers followed behind him.    

    

Their figures quickly disappeared from this cruel and bloody world.    

    

"..."    

    

The moment Nuge walked out of the space channel, he smelled danger.    

    

He didn't have time to look around before his bare feet dropped to the ground.    

    

"Who is so wicked as to dig a hole here! Where's the advance team?! " As this thought rose in his mind, a piercing pain appeared between his eyebrows.    

    

Nuge's heart felt like it was being stared at by an ancient beast, it felt like it was being gripped by a big hand and it rapidly contracted. His mental world was also infected by a layer of darkness. A feeling of fear and powerlessness quickly spread from the bottom of his heart.    

    

Nuge, who had experienced countless battles, bit the tip of his tongue at this critical moment. His mouth was filled with blood, and the intense pain successfully got him rid of the suppression on his mind.    

    

Nuge, who had experienced hundreds of battles, decisively activated his Battle Mark. His aura skyrocketed and the speed at which his body fell increased by several times. He fell straight to the bottom of the pit.    

    

Boom!    

    

The place where Nuge was originally standing exploded into a huge pit with powerful Qi spread everywhere. The spiderweb-like cracks spread rapidly in all directions, causing the air to churn and dust to fly into the air.    

    

Nuge, the carapace's face, was covered in a drop of cold sweat. If he did not make a prompt decision, he would have been crippled even if he did not die from this attack.