"There is no reason to waste such a precious item.", a murmur lingered.
A tremor rushed straight through the entire demi-plane.
The spatial "tentacles" attached to the world's membrane and supplying it with power were severed. Just like the corpse before it, it was forcibly dragged away.
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The Hydra Tribe Chief raised his hand. His palm glowed with sacred gold as it grew larger and slapped down.
The bloody figure that had just emerged from the puddle of blood was instantly crushed.
The Tribe Chief breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this. He could sense this was the last one of its kind.
Although he didn't understand what it was or how it had appeared, he knew that the battle was finally over for now.
However, the Tribe Chief could hardly be happy about this.
Recalling the earlier scene, his expression couldn't help but turn ugly.
