"The Vine God has finally awakened!"
Below the boulder, Hui Shu looked up at the radiant Divine Vine, breaking free from the extreme fear and despair, replaced by elation.
He knew well the power and terror of the Divine Vine; as long as the Divine Vine intervened, the Rat Tribe would no longer face extinction.
Hui Shu calmed down.
"Thud!"
Hui Shu grabbed the Bone Spear, suddenly turned around, and in the blink of an eye, stabbed it into the chest of the Weasel Tribe's chief.
The Weasel Tribe's chief, who had been arrogant and planning to toy with Hui Shu earlier, was now struck by both mental and physical blows.
The Bone Spear pierced through his heart, making him feel as if all his strength was rapidly drained away, much like a bamboo tube filled with water suddenly burst at the bottom.
"You... you..."
The Weasel Tribe's chief dropped the Stone Knife from his hand, pointed a trembling finger at Hui Shu, but could no longer utter a complete sentence.
"Bang!"
