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The gods could also feel fear, and upon hearing the chaos outside, their minds were thrown into disarray. The Divine Messengers, who usually wielded power with impunity, were now too frightened to utter a sound, merely staring wide-eyed as they awaited their supreme deity to make a decision.
The god trembled as he took a few steps forward, suddenly fixing his gaze on Jill, who was still forced to crawl on the ground. With a fierce tone, he commanded, "Take her away and tear her apart."
The Envoy of the God was anxious and uneasy, seizing Jill's arm and ordering two Young Messengers of the Gods to escort her out.
The enraged elephant, provoked by Xiao Qiang, charged straight at the Thugs. The Thugs, caught off guard by this sudden turn of events, were disoriented. They faced trampling from the Mammoth, resulting in countless casualties and cries of despair.
The furious Laborers finally unleashed their pent-up anger. Armed with various objects, they hurled them at the fleeing Thugs.
On top of the tower, the tribespeople pushed down the under-construction spire, which rolled down and crushed other buildings. In an instant, the scene at the False God Dynasty spiraled out of control as the rebellious laborers beat the Thugs into submission.
The startled Mammoth could not halt its charge, leaping and trampling over the Thugs, who wished they could burrow into the ground. The entire construction site was under the control of Xiao Qiang and his allied tribespeople. The suffering laborers thought about their imminent freedom to return home, each one moved to tears, waving their Sticks amidst thunderous cheers. Suddenly, Xiao Qiang froze, looking towards the steps leading up to the temple platform where he saw Jill being taken by the False God.
Her arms were bound with thick ropes; was this scoundrel planning to harm her?
Then, a god who had never shown himself before appeared on the platform. The sound of horns blared ominously, and the fearful tribespeople were once again subdued by this enchanting horn call.
They had grown accustomed to being controlled and willingly accepted their fate as laborers paying penance. In an instant, Xiao Qiang was stunned; those who had just fought alongside him against the raiders were now prostrating themselves before the god on the platform.
Standing firm in the open space were the Waji Mountain People along with heroes from various tribes who had come to chase them down. They gripped their staffs tightly, glaring defiantly as they observed the unfolding situation.
Seeing that his horn's power had subdued a third of the mob, the False God felt a surge of satisfaction and continued his trickery: "Those who have traveled from afar may freely return to your homeland."
After pondering for a moment, it became clear to Xiao Qiang that this cunning False God was merely employing a delaying tactic. If they agreed to withdraw now, it would give the raiders an opportunity to eliminate them.
He smirked coldly and suddenly pointed at the bound Jill, declaring, "I want to take her back."
The god hidden beneath his cloak and mask seemed to contemplate this warrior's words. After a brief pause, a Divine Messenger addressed Xiao Qiang: "Very well, you may take her."
Things grew strange; no matter what demands Xiao Qiang made, they were readily agreed upon.
"Saint, you..." Wapu said anxiously from beside him, fearing that Xiao Qiang might compromise.
Xiao Qiang winked at Wapu, continuing to bargain with the god on high: "I want to know how you will handle the rest."
"The rest are slaves of the gods, destined to serve them tirelessly until the last drop of oil in the lamp is burned out."
"This can't be happening," Wapu exclaimed, frantic and unsure of what to do.
Xiao Qiang gazed at the pitiful and contemptible Cowardly Tribesmen crawling on the ground, thinking to himself: If these timid and indecisive tribesmen continue to weaken, it would truly be disastrous.
As the saying goes, to catch a thief, one must first capture the king.
He straightened his neck and looked up at the god on the high platform, who was under the scrutiny of thousands and surrounded by sycophantic Dog Servants. Xiao Qiang quietly gathered strength in his hand, subtly using a portion of his Ability. Gripping his Stick, he lightly leaped towards the elevated god and threw out a spear...
The numerous Thugs blocking the way were unable to reach the swiftly launched spear. The spear! It suddenly seemed to have gained a pair of bright eyes, flying straight towards the anxious god.
Thud! With a hundred percent accuracy, the spear pierced through the god's chest, causing him to tumble off the high platform. He rolled down like a ball, coming to a stop before his kneeling tribesmen.
A pale face devoid of any human vitality appeared; it was nothing more than a walking corpse, a Puppet.
Xiao Qiang suddenly shouted, "He is not a god; he is dead."
The crowd that had been prostrating themselves sprang up and followed Xiao Qiang, breaking through the chaos created by the panicked raiders. They surged into the temple on the high platform, where they began smashing those wicked items that had once bewitched their minds.
Seeing that the tide had turned, Lime hurriedly grabbed Jill, who was still bound hand and foot, and fled. Amidst the chaos, Amayi searched for Hagu, who had once beaten him mercilessly.
"Amayi."
It was the son of the Sun Tribe Leader calling him. Amayi turned to see several tribesmen blocking Hagu's path. With his Stick in hand, he turned and threw it... Unfortunately, his strength and accuracy were not enough; he couldn't strike with the same miraculous precision as Xiao Qiang.
At that moment, Hagu seized Wapu's son as a hostage. Wapu witnessed this scene and calmly smiled as he raised his hand and threw; swoosh! The Stick accurately pierced Hagu's chest.
A trickle of blood oozed from Hagu's mouth as he stared wide-eyed in disbelief, moving his lips... before collapsing lifelessly onto the ground.
Xiao Qiang couldn't find Jill; he scanned the chaotic scene but saw no sign of her. Just then, from within the throng of people came Jill's cry for help: "Wildfire, save me!"
He sprinted towards her voice and soon spotted Jill being carried away by a raider on horseback. With the speed of a leopard, Xiao Qiang vanished in an instant under the astonished gazes of his tribesmen.
When he reappeared, he was already fifty meters in front of Lime's horse.
Lime was also startled by Xiao Qiang's abilities, and he tightened the reins. The galloping horse let out a long whinny, raising its hooves and toppling both Lime and Jill to the ground.
Jill scrambled up from the ground and dashed towards Xiao Qiang, who opened his arms and smiled at her.
Lime glared resentfully at Jill, who was running away, his love turned to hate. Coldly drawing a dagger, he said fiercely, "If I can't have it, neither can you."
The dagger glinted as it flew towards Jill, who had already collapsed into Xiao Qiang's embrace.
"Don't..." Xiao Qiang roared like a lion, his voice shaking the many tribesmen rushing to slaughter the Divine Messenger. They halted in their tracks, staring at Jill lying in a pool of blood.
Jill's pale smile froze on her face. Xiao Qiang gently laid her on the ground, his gaze fixed on Lime, who was still coldly watching them. With the spear in hand, he glanced back at Jill, now lifeless on the ground.
He raised his hand... The stick shot out in a straight line, piercing precisely into Lime's chest.
Xiao Qiang knelt on the slope, having failed Saint Mother's command; Jill was dead. A howl echoed from below the slope, followed by the appearance of the Saber-Toothed Tiger's powerful form.
It moved step by step with a kingly gait, its bell-like eyes fixed unwaveringly on Xiao Qiang.
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