He had 'patched' his eyes in the passage beforehand, and saw Hisoka's location...
He had to find Hisoka quickly, otherwise... The captain might die!
...
In a moment, there was a roar.
The Gyudondond Tribe's old man manipulated the stone men, and destroyed and sealed all the entrances and exits.
"Your partner has abandoned you..."
The old man looked at Oboro, who had been surrounded by the puppets, like a turtle in a jar, and said.
Oboro threw away the ritual skull he had been holding in his hand like trash, and his expression was still relatively calm.
"You can resurrect... Because of the sacrifice, the rules of the sacrifice are that tribesmen replace your death. In other words, as long as all the Gyudondond Tribe people outside die, you won't be able to resurrect anymore... And every time you resurrect, your strength doubles... Because you've been given some kind of ability by the ritual."
Oboro took a deep breath, "Although I deduced that it was a ritual, after all, only a small part of the rules and truth can be insight, and it's not complete."
The surrounding stone men, under the old man's control, didn't attack again.
Because in his eyes, Oboro was already a dead man.
"The rules of the ritual are born for the purpose, and all rules serve the purpose... Achieving the purpose is the most important thing. It already surprises me that an outsider like you can see these things." The old man said lightly: "And the purpose of this ritual is to preserve the life of the last tribesman no matter what... No matter what happens, even if there are hundreds of tribesmen still alive, only one will be left after the ritual ends... Therefore, we won't start the ritual unless it's a last resort."
"The Origin Bug, there are two of them. They're mother and child bugs. One child bug is responsible for splitting and evolving, and the other..."
"The other one was eaten by you. The child and mother bugs have different missions and effects... The connection between sacrifice and resurrection, including the characteristics of your strength evolution, is also the value of the mother bug itself. It's provided to you by it. It's not parasitism, it's fusion. During the ritual, the protection you can get is absolute! Eating the mother bug means being selected as the last tribesman bloodline that can survive."
Before the other party could finish speaking, Oboro said coldly: "To be honest... If it wasn't because of my position and mission, I personally would have stood on your side... But now, I suddenly feel that... There's nothing wrong with killing you..."
"Shouldn't the mother bug be given to someone younger? After the ritual ends... Will you be able to continue the bloodline? At this age, it'll be difficult to have children, right?"
Oboro's tone was sarcastic.
"I'm the patriarch. I have the most comprehensive and profound understanding of the tribe's origins and history. Only I can pass this inheritance on to future generations, without causing loss..." Hearing this, the old man replied powerfully.
"Is it so difficult to admit that you want to survive? It's normal to have this kind of selfishness... There's no need to make excuses for yourself. There's a liar next to me... So, I can tell whether you're lying or not..."
"It's just that, I suddenly feel that it's not worth it for those Gyudondond Tribe people who died."
Oboro's two sentences were like tearing off the old man's fig leaf, instantly making him furious: "You should think about yourself first!"
Oboro used abdominal breathing from the breathing technique. His internal organs were working beyond their capacity. He was going to kill the old man again!
Then, he would find a way to prevent him from being reborn.
He had just tried to destroy the ritual skull, but found that it was useless.
This thing was unusually hard, and he couldn't destroy it in a short time with his strength and aura. It was impossible to do anything on it.
Oboro thought that it was very likely due to the ritual rules. After the ritual ended, it could be easily destroyed.
Oboro's body temperature was rising, and his eyes were cold. His speed made it impossible for the Gyudondond Tribe's old man to lock onto him. He only saw a black shadow plunder from in front of a row of stone men. The next second, all the puppets exploded into dust.
The few huge stone men, either slapped or punched down hard, all failed to hit.
The man's combat power had reached a level of devastating... No wonder he said he was going to kill himself.
The old man was startled by Oboro's performance, but he quickly regained his composure.
In the ritual, he was invincible!
He couldn't die.
Boom!
The stone men nearby exploded as the black shadow approached, and just as they were about to attack...
A wave of aura surged along with it, blowing up the old man's eyebrows and hair, and a large number of stones and fine powder. He continued to use his Nen ability, reorganizing the rubble, and his expression was unhurried... His body leaned back, preparing to retreat.
But before he could even blink, Oboro's face had already approached him to a distance of less than twenty centimeters...
"It's useless... With this kind of power alone, I can surpass you again after I die once."
The old man gave a cold laugh.
Oboro didn't say a word. His hand rose and fell, and his sharp fingernails were throw away with amazing mobility, so fast that there wasn't even a trace of his move. Only a sharp sound was heard.
Immediately, blood flowers spurted out of the old man's neck... It had been smoothly cut open.
However, this time, it didn't cut it off... The old man's head was still hanging by a piece of skin and flesh.
With a healing speed that far exceeded the previous times, it instantly returned to its original state.
The increase in the latter's strength, especially the increase in Nen techniques and aura, made it impossible for Oboro, even with the breathing technique.
Oboro had observed the difference in the speed of resurrection and healing.
But he hadn't judged that... It would be this fast.
Even if his head was cut off, it would grow back in an instant, right...
"Hahahaha... Every time I die, the speed of my reshaping also increases. I'm also evolving. In this ritual, I am a god!"
The old man's scattered pupils instantly regained their light, and he said arrogantly. The time between death and resurrection had been infinitely shortened!
If the target was killed one more time, the old man's resurrection speed would become even faster.
It was possible... That it wouldn't even take a second.
In other words, he had to react in less than a second... There was a moment of pause in the restoration of the spirit and body, just like a disconnected server reconnecting.
As long as he accurately grasped the node when the old man's consciousness recovered, and continued to kill him when his power was weakest, he could disconnect the server.
The problem was, each death would speed up this time interval... It was one second now. What about next time?
Milliseconds?
Or... Faster than the signal transmission of neurons?
Could he do it?
He couldn't fail during this time. Once he failed, it would mean death, until all the Gyudondond Tribe people who were acting as the old man's scapegoats had been sacrificed, and the ritual ended, would it stop.
He had to continuously kill the target nearly ten times... It was too difficult... So difficult that it was despairing.
A thought flashed through Oboro's mind.
But he didn't hesitate, because he had no way out!
Thinking this, Oboro's arm, like a giant spear, pierced towards the old man.
Snap!
The thing that happened next made Oboro's head go blank for a moment.
His wrist had been tightly pinched by the old man.
"I was just killed by you..." A sinister tone entered his ears. When Oboro looked up, he saw the old man's face, which was as ferocious as a ghost.
With a crack, the old man exerted force on his hand. For the first time, Oboro, who had always had confidence in the strength of his flesh, had been defeated.
His aura... His martial arts Iron Shirt, were as fragile as a piece of white paper.
They were easily broken through and break!
The old man's strength had increased by at least ten times. The evolution was more terrifying each time, and it was... Comprehensive.
Overwhelming... Purely overwhelming.
Without any techniques or means, at this moment, Oboro judged that... The other party's pure physical strength exceeded him by too much.
Before he could come back to his senses... Oboro felt dizzy.
There was no pain, no information feedback, and he couldn't process it... His brain seemed to have stopped working, like a host that had its power pulled out.
His body only trembled... He had turned into an ordinary person.
He heard a shattering sound in his ears... His eyeballs subconsciously aimed at his chest. His Nen... Was dissipating.
His chest hadn't been punched through by the old man's fist, but it had deflated down as if it had been hit by a stone.
Something was flowing out of his eye sockets... And the same with his mouth and nose.
Was it blood?
His current appearance must be very embarrassed, right...
He couldn't... Let that guy Hisoka see it...
At that moment, a series of absurd and ridiculous thoughts actually floated in his stagnant brain... Not fear or panic about death.
"You were right! I just wanted to live... People are all selfish. If I really had guts, I could have gone to the royal city to find that bastard king. Although I will die after the ritual ends... The Gyudondond Tribe will cease to exist, but at least we will have avenged ourselves! But... That's something only fools would do. I can still live for a long time..."
The old man lifted Oboro's broken arm, and lifted him up, pulling him in front of him.
Looking at his increasingly weak aura, his face was filled with pleasure.
Even though he was close at hand, Oboro couldn't hear what the former was saying anymore... He could only vaguely feel that there was an arrogant face shaking in front of him.
The Hunter world was really too dangerous... He had done this much... And it still wasn't enough? He had clearly tried very hard.
So... This was the feeling of death. He should be very afraid of death, but why wasn't he panicking at all now?
As a transmigrator, he was a failure... At the moment of his death, Oboro was still mocking himself in his heart.
"I can be resurrected when I die. Can you? People always have to pay the price for their ignorance and recklessness!"
Suddenly, Oboro seemed to be having a final burst of glory, and his five senses suddenly became clear.
He heard the last sentence that the old man, who had been babbling non-stop, said to him.
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