This Is My Primitive Tribe

"Buzz!"

On top of Stone Mountain, the massive Divine Vine burst forth with an even stronger green light, and those Mosquito Tribe Warriors were drained into skin and bones within a short time until death.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

The green tendrils also extended longer, and the large flock of Bird-beaked Mosquitoes was either struck dead, entangled, or pierced to death, soon scattered in all directions.

Bird-beaked Mosquitoes aren’t ordinary mosquitoes; they possess a certain level of intelligence and know how to seek advantage and avoid harm.

The surviving Bird-beaked Mosquitoes fled frantically, flying at such speed that they could cover a great distance in the blink of an eye.

The tendrils of the Divine Vine weren’t merciful either; most of the Bird-beaked Mosquitoes were killed by the chasing tendrils, only a small number at the edges escaped hastily.

With the Bird-beaked Mosquitoes gone, the already frightened Mosquito Tribe Warriors were even more desperate to flee.

But their escape speed was far inferior to that of the Bird-beaked Mosquitoes. The roots of the Divine Vine occasionally emerged from the ground, and every time they entangled a Mosquito Tribe Warrior, they would drain them dry with no chance of escape.

The Hunting Team leader, Hua Wen, was the fastest runner. He was a Three-Color Warrior and hadn’t rushed to the front. When he realized the Divine Vine had come alive, he immediately abandoned everyone and ran away.