"ROAR!"
The tyrant was clearly far more intelligent than these corpse wolves.
The moment it noticed something unusual on this side, it immediately let out a furious roar, warning the corpse wolves and carrion moles not to approach.
"Awooo!"
After hearing the tyrant's call, countless corpse wolves also realized something was wrong.
They quickly tucked their tails and began retreating, even letting out low warning growls, as if both threatening and fearful at the same time.
As they stepped back little by little, the cursed doll finally managed to break free from the jaws of the corpse wolf that had been biting it.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
The first thing the cursed doll did after escaping was spin wildly, shaking off the foul-smelling saliva from the corpse wolf.
Then it raised its head and glared viciously at Ethan on the tree, "You bastard! You actually made me dive, just you wait, I'm going up there right now to kill you!"
With that, the cursed doll ran to the base of the tree, wrapping its tiny cloth arms, without palms or fingers, around the trunk, trying hard to climb up.
Unfortunately, after struggling for a long time, it hadn't even climbed half a meter.
Of course, Ethan wasn't going to let it waste time like this, so he deliberately looked at it and said, "Not only am I going to make you dive, I'm also going to make you jump straight into the tyrant's arms."
"Go on, Pikachu! Leap into your lover's embrace!"
"Fack your mother!"
The cursed doll cursed loudly as it began walking toward its "lover".
With every step it took forward, all the corpse wolves around it retreated three steps back. Yet unwilling to give up their prey, they could only form a large encirclement.
As the cursed doll kept moving forward, that circle kept expanding.
"ROAR!"
The tyrant roared once more. This time, the dark crows in the sky, which had been fighting over the rotting flesh, finally quieted down.
Their glowing red eyes once again fixed directly on Ethan.
Then the tyrant raised a finger and pointed lightly in Ethan's direction.
The tyrant truly lived up to its name.
Even though Ethan was wearing an invisibility cloak, the spot it pointed to was exactly where Ethan stood, without the slightest deviation.
Caw! Caw!
Caw! Caw! Caw!
Countless dark crows rapidly flew toward Ethan.
Not far away, standing on a tree branch, the Genie Sylas couldn't help but worry, "Old ghost, you're really not going to save your disciple? That kid may have pulled off a big move, but that cursed doll can't fly."
"He said he doesn't need help."
Nostradamus replied calmly.
But Sylas recalled the fragment of a soul he had once seen inside the teapot, and the words that person had said, that Ethan would be the savior of this world. Thinking of that, he grew anxious, "He said he doesn't need help and you just believe him? You know how terrifying these dark crows are, right?"
"I know. But since my disciple said he doesn't need help, then I should choose to trust him."
"I think you've gone mad," Sylas said agitatedly, "Your disciple couldn't even handle an E+ tyrant, and now there's a whole flock of F-rank dark crows on top of that! And you still think he can handle it alone?"
"I say he can, so he can."
Though Nostradamus's face showed concern, there was a trace of firm confidence in his eyes.
After all, this was his disciple.
How could he not be capable?
"You old fool, I'm done talking to you!", Seeing that Nostradamus remained unmoved, Sylas angrily flicked his sleeve (even though he didn't have one), "If you won't save him, I will!"
"Heh!"
Nostradamus only let out a cold laugh, then grabbed Sylas's teapot.
At that moment, Sylas was too angry at Nostradamus for standing by and doing nothing. He didn't even notice his teapot had been grabbed and simply flew off in a huff.
But, the moment his mist-like body flew about ten meters away, he was suddenly yanked back by the teapot in Nostradamus's grasp. Only then did Sylas realize how underhanded Nostradamus was, and he immediately cursed, "Let go! You old bastard, what are you doing? Why are you holding onto my true body? Are you trying to—"
Click!
Nostradamus was fully focused on Ethan, ready to step in at any moment, so he didn't have time to argue. He simply picked up the teapot lid and sealed Sylas inside.
That only made Sylas even angrier. He pounded on the lid furiously, "You old bastard, you're really something! Let me out right now, or don't blame me for getting nasty."
"No. You're too noisy!"
"Fine, I won't be noisy, alright?", Sylas pleaded, "I also want to watch Ethan fight, hurry and let me out "
"No!", Nostradamus said while staring ahead, "Unless you hand over the mimic crystal."
"So that's what you're after, you shameless old man!", Sylas snapped, "You still have any dignity?"
"Then you can stay in there forever."
"Fine, I'll give it!", Sylas said angrily, "I'll give it, okay?"
Then, a purple crystal popped out from the mouth of the teapot.
Only after getting the mimic crystal did Nostradamus lift the lid again, allowing Sylas to fly out and continue watching the battle.
At this moment, the two of them saw Ethan standing on the swaying dead tree, holding a white…
'Loaf of bread?'
And the bread was covered with black spots.
No matter how you looked at it, that bread didn't seem edible. But even if it was moldy and poisonous, it shouldn't have any effect on creatures that specialized in eating carrion, right?
Especially the dark crows. They were so toxic they didn't even have flesh anymore, so how could they possibly fear a mere piece of moldy bread?
Yet Ethan seemed completely unaware of this issue.
He simply held the loaf with both hands, tore it into pieces, and tossed it into the air while shouting, "Come eat! Little birds, this is your last supper."
The bread pieces filling the sky immediately attracted the attention of the dark crows.
Nostradamus and Sylas both couldn't understand what kind of bread Ethan was feeding them, that it could instantly draw the attention of so many dark crows.
At that moment, the dark crows scrambled to fly upward, rushing toward the bread pieces.
Then one by one, they swallowed the floating pieces whole.
But then, a bizarre scene appeared.
The dark crows that ate the bread were fine.
But the ones flying beside them, the ones that hadn't eaten the bread, began falling from the sky one after another.
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