Stabbed three times in succession, the aged Shaman's eyes were wide with shock. Her fingers trembled as she extended two of them to smash the heads of two traitors. All that remained in her heart were curses. Deceitful, cunning enemies! He controlled the remaining three Shamans! So, everyone he didn't kill, aside from me, was an informant!

Two Magic Wands were still embedded in her body, propping her up so she didn't immediately fall, but ghastly green blood was already gushing from her mouth and nose.

A faint ripple of energy formed around her, and Chen Gu stepped out, his five fingers outstretched as he covered her head from afar.

Invisible tendrils, like earthworms, began to crawl over her head.

The aged Shaman felt them, and it seemed she also understood what Chen Gu ultimately wanted to do. Panic-stricken, she howled resentfully at Chen Gu and then, with all her might, began to chant a spell, intending to perish together with him.

But Chen Gu simply didn't give her a chance. One hand continued to control the "Mind Tentacles" infiltrating the aged Shaman's brain, while the other snatched her Magic Wand. With a backhanded strike, he used the Magic Wand to smash her mouth, bringing an abrupt end to the incantation.

With the aid of the "Mind Tentacles," Chen Gu's "Mind Remote Control" operated even more smoothly. In the entire cave, all Subterraneans had perished. Only the aged Shaman remained, making unconscious HUFF HUFF sounds from her nostrils.

Amidst the blood-soaked corpses strewn across the ground, Chen Gu was engaged in some indescribable acts on the half-dead body of the old female, occasionally letting out sounds of satisfaction, amazement, and praise!

Chen Gu had completely stripped and copied all the memories of the aged Shaman.

The aged Shaman's memories contained more complete processes for the Shaman awakening ceremonies depicted in the murals; she had personally presided over dozens of them.

She was one of only three existing "Blood Moon Shamans" in the entire Subterranean tribe, making her one of its three highest-ranking individuals.

The murals were ancient, dating back hundreds of years. In that time, the Shaman awakening ceremony had become much more comprehensive, and its success rate had greatly increased, though this was the Subterraneans' own assessment.

To become a Shaman, one also needed to undergo considerable training, which was extremely bloody and brutal.

And that lizard-shaped behemoth, which the Subterraneans called a "Dark Dragon"—one exceeding sixteen meters in length was known as a "Dark Dragon Leader."

Hunting down a Dark Dragon Leader, extracting its ovaries, and feeding them to a rigorously trained Shaman candidate gave her a ten percent chance of becoming a Shaman.

This was the most primitive method. The improved method involved mixing the Dark Dragon Leader's ovaries with a certain poison before feeding it to the Shaman candidate.

The success rate could be raised to twenty percent.

The Dark Dragon Leader's ovaries must be highly toxic, Chen Gu mused. This might be a form of neutralization—fighting poison with poison.

Chen Gu slowly browsed through the Blood Moon Shaman's memories, his gaze gradually falling on the altar at his feet.

This was indeed the core area of Subterranean activity. To be precise, this altar was the sacred site for all Subterranean Shamans!

Every Shaman was initiated on this altar. Furthermore, within the altar was a "Black Chamber." The Dark Dragon Leader's ovaries needed to be processed there, on an immovable black stone platform, before a Shaman candidate could consume them.

Therefore, since ancient times, all Shamans believed their power was intrinsically linked to this altar. If the altar were destroyed, they would all lose their power.

If the altar were attacked, all Shamans of the tribe would immediately rush back to protect it. A slight smile touched Chen Gu's lips as he processed this information.

At the cave entrance, a head cautiously peeked out—it was Qiao Shuangyi. Seeing the situation inside, he burst out laughing and rushed in, dancing with joy. "Han Zhuangzhi, come out and see! What did I tell you? Brother Chen definitely handled it himself. We would have just been a burden if we'd stayed!

Look! Corpses everywhere, and Brother Chen is completely unscathed!"

He rushed to Chen Gu's side, his relief tinged with lingering concern. "Brother Chen, you're really okay, right?"

"I'm fine." Chen Gu stood up and moved his limbs around, showing him clearly.

Qiao Shuangyi was completely reassured. Behind him, Han Zhuangzhi and Lin Xiaochen emerged. The warriors were in awe as they entered; thousands of Subterraneans, all elite warriors and Shamans, had been killed by Brother Chen single-handedly! This was a feat of astounding military accomplishment!

But they merely felt envy and admiration, with no other thoughts. Besides Brother Chen, who else could possess such strength? To envy someone like that would just be asking for trouble, wouldn't it?

Chen Gu waved Han Zhuangzhi over. "Do you have a nuclear bomb?"

Han Zhuangzhi startled, but then shook his head. "No." They were just a reconnaissance team and did not carry such weapons.

Chen Gu pouted. Looks like I'll have to figure it out myself, he thought.

Based on the Blood Moon Shaman's memories, he constructed a map of the altar's interior and pointed out the location of the "Black Chamber." "Lead a team to break in. Be careful on the way."

"Yes!" Han Zhuangzhi acknowledged.

Chen Gu then began collecting the spoils from the ground.

The greatest prize, of course, was the adornments on the Blood Moon Shaman. Each piece was incredibly valuable to any Practitioner, far surpassing those of the previous owner of the Bone Magic Wand.

However, the other Shamans were more than a notch below the owner of the Bone Magic Wand. Most of their adornments were useless, purely ornamental.

An individual Shaman usually possessed only one truly valuable material; having two meant they were considered "very wealthy."

But with over a dozen Shamans, the sheer quantity brought Chen Gu immense satisfaction during his "harvesting" process.

Suppressing the urge to feed was quite a struggle, though. Ah, the bittersweet agony, he mused.

By the time Chen Gu finished collecting the spoils, the warriors had nearly cleared the battlefield. The few Subterraneans still barely alive had been finished off by the scouts. But as they moved to deal with the last wounded one, Chen Gu called out, "Leave that one. I have a use for him."

Chen Gu walked over and patted a warrior wearing an armband with a red cross. "Do you have any healing potions? Give me one."

The warrior immediately produced one. Thanks to Chen Gu, they hadn't suffered any casualties and still had their full supply of potions from the start of the mission.

Chen Gu plunged the potion into the Subterranean warrior's neck. As for whether a human healing potion would work on a Subterranean... well, that depended on its luck, he thought.

Fortunately, Subterraneans were indeed robust. The injured warrior screamed and thrashed in agony on the ground. Just when it seemed hopeless, about fifteen minutes later, he suddenly leaped up and bolted away at great speed!

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