On top of Stone Mountain, the massive Divine Vine burst forth with an even stronger green light, and those Mosquito Tribe Warriors were drained into skin and bones within a short time until death.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
The green tendrils also extended longer, and the large flock of Bird-beaked Mosquitoes was either struck dead, entangled, or pierced to death, soon scattered in all directions.
Bird-beaked Mosquitoes aren’t ordinary mosquitoes; they possess a certain level of intelligence and know how to seek advantage and avoid harm.
The surviving Bird-beaked Mosquitoes fled frantically, flying at such speed that they could cover a great distance in the blink of an eye.
The tendrils of the Divine Vine weren’t merciful either; most of the Bird-beaked Mosquitoes were killed by the chasing tendrils, only a small number at the edges escaped hastily.
With the Bird-beaked Mosquitoes gone, the already frightened Mosquito Tribe Warriors were even more desperate to flee.
But their escape speed was far inferior to that of the Bird-beaked Mosquitoes. The roots of the Divine Vine occasionally emerged from the ground, and every time they entangled a Mosquito Tribe Warrior, they would drain them dry with no chance of escape.
The Hunting Team leader, Hua Wen, was the fastest runner. He was a Three-Color Warrior and hadn’t rushed to the front. When he realized the Divine Vine had come alive, he immediately abandoned everyone and ran away.
As a Three-Color Warrior, he had experienced countless battles, but never had he felt such fear as he did now.
Because he was facing a living Tribal Totem God, how could he fight?
Hua Wen had only one thought now, which was to leave here immediately and never return.
He even began to regret why he insisted on visiting the Vine Tribe once more. If he hadn’t come, nothing would have happened.
Unfortunately, it was too late for regrets now.
While Hua Wen was running, the soil ahead suddenly broke open, and a thick root emerged, then wrapped around his waist like lightning.
Hua Wen frantically swung his Bone Knife to chop at the root, but with his terrifying strength as a Three-Color Warrior, he couldn’t even make a dent.
The difference was just too great.
Amidst screams, Hua Wen was gradually entangled and enveloped in the roots until even his face was unseen, and screams turned into whimpers, finally, there was silence.
Moments later, the roots retreated underground, Hua Wen’s Beast Hide Clothing slipped off, the Bone Knife fell to the ground, leaving only a skeleton behind.
All the invading Mosquito Tribe Warriors were either killed by Jiang Xuan and others or entangled by the roots of the Divine Vine, with none escaping; they all died here.
Even their corpses were quietly entwined by the roots of the Divine Vine and absorbed of all flesh and blood, leaving only a pile of white bones.
After the battle ended, Jiang Xuan looked at the ground covered in white bones and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the Vine Tribe had the Divine Vine to protect them; otherwise, it would be them lying dead now.
The Wanderers hiding in the pit came out, and those by the river returned, all relieved to have escaped a calamity.
Jiang Xuan first had people carry the seriously injured Warriors back for Chi Shao to treat, while the lightly injured applied medicine themselves.
Then, Jiang Xuan had the Wanderers collect the spoils of war.
"Collect all these Beast Hide Clothing, Beast Hide Bags, and weapons."
The Wanderers busied themselves, and as they looked at the white bones, they grew even more in awe of the terrifying Divine Vine.
The supplies and weapons left by over a hundred Warriors were quite substantial and were a significant fortune for the Vine Tribe.
Jiang Xuan picked up Hua Wen’s Bone Knife and unexpectedly found that it was polished from a single piece, not knowing what Beast Bone was used, but its blade was sharp.
Jiang Xuan unceremoniously picked up the Bone Knife and hung it on his Beast Hide belt.
"Leader, what should we do with these bones?"
After collecting the spoils, a Wanderer respectfully asked Jiang Xuan.
Jiang Xuan said, "Pile the skulls at the most prominent spot on Thunder Mountain, and bury the rest of the bones."
The Wanderers immediately did as told, moving over a hundred skulls to the south of the Vine Tribe’s territory on Thunder Mountain, piling them into a small hill at the most prominent spot.
As for the rest of the bones, they dug multiple pits and buried them all.
The purpose of creating such a terrifying pile of skulls wasn’t out of Jiang Xuan’s cruelty but to warn other tribes entering the Vine Tribe territory that the Vine Tribe was not to be trifled with.
It was a helpless move because, currently, the Vine Tribe was rather weak and could only rely on such methods to intimidate other tribes.
If the Vine Tribe were strong enough, they wouldn’t need to use such methods.
Truly powerful tribes, even if they did nothing, held enough deterrent power.
After cleaning the battlefield, Jiang Xuan, dragging his weary body, returned to the bamboo hut.
He had quite a bit of bloodstains on him, but only had some bruises without any skin being broken due to wearing a precious Spider Silk Clothing.
This Spider Silk Clothing proved to be a treasure; its strength was extremely high, neither the Stone Knife nor the Stone Spear could pierce it, at best leaving some bruises.
Jiang Xuan took off the Spider Silk Clothing, washed it clean of bloodstains with water, and hung it to dry.
Spider Silk Clothing barely absorbs water, dries easily, and after a short time in the sun, he could wear it again.
Through this battle, Jiang Xuan truly appreciated the benefits of the Spider Silk Clothing, and understood why the Old Witch said it could save lives at critical moments before leaving.
Jiang Xuan suddenly remembered the Spider Tribe that produced the Spider Silk Clothing.
If everyone in that tribe could wear Spider Silk Clothing, they would have a significant advantage during battles with other tribes.
That tribe must be quite powerful, right?
Jiang Xuan decided that he would visit the Spider Tribe himself if he ever got the chance, hopefully, he could trade for a batch of Spider Silk Clothing.
After all, the Black Teeth Tribe was too exploitative, and buying anything from them was a loss.
Jiang Xuan took some herbs to promote blood circulation and disperse bruises, then went into the bamboo grove to check on the seriously injured.
During the battle, these Warriors were very brave, with none being cowards.
In the bamboo yard, the seriously injured lay on bamboo beds, receiving treatment from Chi Shao.
Their injuries were severe, with some wounds potentially life-threatening.
When Jiang Xuan arrived, he saw Chi Shao praying with ancient Witchcraft facing Stone Mountain.
Soon, a few tender tendrils reached towards the seriously injured, giving each of them a drop of green liquid.
Once the liquid fell into the wounds, a miraculous scene occurred.
The fearsome wounds glowed faintly with green light, and the flesh wriggled rapidly; before long, they unexpectedly healed.
Jiang Xuan looked up at the Divine Vine and sighed inwardly; this was a wondrous world.
Without the Divine Vine, the Warriors with such severe injuries could only rely on luck for survival.
But now, their fatal wounds healed in a short time, a true divine miracle.
The Warriors were very excited as well; they struggled to get up from the bamboo beds, bowing in gratitude towards the Divine Vine, their faith growing even stronger.