Bringing a System to the Beast World

Feeling the stagnation of the Beast God's power within him, Sherman felt a sense of heaviness in his heart.

After facing his father again, he immediately noticed the difference.

Compared to previous times, his Beast God power has gained a lot of violent energy.

Once these violent beast god powers entered the body, they were like a pack of ferocious beasts.

It constantly surges and wreaks havoc within the body; if you don't concentrate on expelling it, the damage will worsen over time.

But now, their tribe is being attacked by these strange orcs and sea serpent tribes.

He had no time to stop and expel the violent energy within him.

They gradually found themselves at a disadvantage in the battle.

"You're still so shameless."

Sherman snarled, his eyes dark as he looked at the sea serpent chieftain who was fighting him.

He knew there was something wrong with the other party's attack, but he really didn't know what methods the other party had used.

The sea serpent chieftain sneered, his crimson eyes filled with madness: "As long as you die, and your tribe, which should never have existed in the first place, disappears, I'll pay any price."

"Hiss!"

His cold, flickering tongue suddenly transformed into a thick snake tail, which lashed out at Sherman with lightning speed.

The powerful force created a series of whooshing sounds, somewhat drowning out the shouts of the surrounding orcs.

Sherman swung his body, and his legs instantly transformed into snake tails to meet the attack.

With the movement of his body, the attack was even stronger than the attack power generated by the serpent chieftain's tail.

Two snake tails of the same color and equally thick collided violently.

It unleashed a powerful shockwave, creating waves that crashed against the orc warriors fighting nearby.

"Heh heh, you've been fooled."

A sinister voice sounded from behind.

Sherman's pupils suddenly contracted, and he turned to dodge.

The next second, a dangerous feeling that made his scalp tingle enveloped him.

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The violent energy slammed into his bare back.

The once muscular, broad back was instantly torn apart, revealing bare white bones.

"Fizz!"

Excited neighing sounds came from behind.

Sherman endured the pain and activated the talisman in his hand.

A transparent barrier instantly formed, blocking the remaining powerful and violent energy outside the barrier.

A violent energy, powerful enough to injure even a tribal chieftain, bombarded the barrier.

After holding out for ten breaths, the transparent barrier finally shattered under the strain and slowly dissipated.

Once the surrounding waves subsided, Sherman was no longer in the sight of the sea serpent chieftain.

"Aaaaah! Damn Sherman, damn the spell, damn the Snowmoon Tribe wizard Yue!"

The raging sea serpent chieftain looked around, but could not find Sherman anywhere.

After letting out an angry roar, it swung its blood-stained claws and attacked the orc warriors of the surrounding Sea Soul tribe.

Meanwhile, deep in the ocean, Sherman, his face ashen, was being protected by several orc warriors.

They quickly headed towards the rear of the battlefield.

That is where the tribal shaman resides, and Sheman urgently needs medical attention.

At this moment, in the rear of the tribe, the usually composed Sea Soul Great Shaman finally broke his composure.

Looking at the familiar face in front of him, with its bluish-purple skin and pustules, he felt a sense of dread.

"I never expected you to still be alive."

"Hehe, I never expected to survive under such circumstances. It seems that the Beast God is also reluctant to let me die and is protecting me."

The Sea Soul Great Wizard's face was dark and gloomy.

The Beast God must have gone to sleep, which is why he allowed a scourge like you to live.

"Look, after all these years, the orcs around you are still so useless."

Without that little snake to stop you, these small fish and shrimp around you will soon follow the path of your former tribe.

He inhaled the surrounding stench of blood with ecstasy, a morbid excitement creeping into his expression: "Indeed, the smell of blood is intoxicating."

"Take your people and leave, otherwise you may not survive this time."

The words of the Sea Soul Great Shaman had just fallen.

The hunched figure, whose skin was covered in pustules, stiffened, then glared at him with a ferocious expression.

“Look around you, your people are almost all dead.”

Do you think that just because you beat me once, I'll lose to you again?

His right hand, which was holding the bone staff, trembled, and a malevolent magical power swirled around the staff.

Then he raised his hands, trembling, as if he wanted to touch his face.

But fearing that it might break the pustules on her face, she trembled and put it down again.

"Look at my face. If it weren't for you, how could I have become like this?"

Why should I have to endure unbearable pain every day?

And you”

He reached for the bone staff beside him again, his face contorted with rage: "Yet you were able to become a wizard of a new tribe again, respected and worshipped by so many orcs?"

"I want you dead! I want all the orcs in your tribe to die!"

His skin, covered in bluish-purple pustules, his scarlet eyes, and the stray strands of hair hanging loosely on his uneven head made him look like a demon from hell.

The orc warriors who had brought Sherman with them had just surfaced when they were met with a barrage of 'beauty shots'.

His hands trembled, and he almost dropped the Sherman he was holding.

“Great Shaman, Sheman has been seriously injured by the Sea Serpent Chieftain and needs treatment.”

In the Sea Soul Tribe, only Sheman could restrain the Sea Serpent Chieftain.

Without Sherman's restraint, the sea serpent clan leader went on a killing spree, causing them to lose many of their people.

The orcs' eyes were bloodshot, and they wished they could rush up and tear the flesh and blood of the sea serpent chieftain.

Seeing Sherman's bloody and mangled appearance, the Sea Soul Great Shaman secretly took action before raising his hands to begin treating him.

"Ah~ Look, the high and mighty Mu Yun Wizard doesn't even take me seriously anymore."

With me here, how could you be so confident in treating this little snake?

His left hand, like a ghostly claw, reached out, and the evil magical power emanating from it coiled around him like the breath of a demon.

The orc warriors protecting their high priest felt as if the approaching magical power was a deadly venomous sea serpent.

You can even hear a hissing sound.

But then they shook their heads.

How could a wisp of magical energy emit a breathing sound? They must have misheard.

The next moment, the evil sorcery suddenly crashed into an invisible barrier.

After letting out a resentful and painful screech, it vanished.

The orc warriors turned pale, feeling a chill run down their spines.

The screech they had just heard was not their imagination; the evil sorcerer's power could indeed produce a screech like that of a living creature.

The evil wizard, whose scarlet tongue was sticking out, froze in excitement.

His eyes, filled with madness and cruelty, stared menacingly at the Sea Soul Wizard who was treating Sherman: "What have you done?" (End of Chapter)