Chapter 156: Blood-Sucking Monster (End)
Fire seemed to be the Sacred Tree’s weakness.
After its body caught fire, the slender creature tilted its head back and let out one agonized whistle after another. Its thin frame curled up in pain on the ground, no longer able to suppress the Chupacabra.
Freed from its restraints, the Chupacabra immediately broke away and once again flapped its wings, rising into the air.
At this point, however, the Native Americans no longer cared about the monster.
“Sacred Tree! Protect the Sacred Tree!”
“Water! Hurry, get water!”
They shouted in panic, their faces filled with deep, bone-deep sorrow and anguish.
Several of them ran into the bark houses and rummaged inside, only to find a clay pot and half a container of water. There was only one vessel for carrying water, while the nearest water source was over a hundred meters away. With the gasoline fire spreading so rapidly, by the time they returned, the banyan tree would likely already be beyond saving.
The remaining people tried to use sand and soil to smother the flames, grabbing whatever they could from the ground. But the tree was simply too large, and the fire too fierce—such small handfuls of dirt were no different from trying to extinguish a blaze with a cup of water.