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Deep inside the volcano, magma is rolling and surging.

After an unknown amount of time, a naked figure slowly struggled out of the lava.

At this moment, all the hair on Maha's body has been burned by the high temperature.

But its skin has a red luster with black, as if it has undergone countless times of calcination.

There was a hint of confusion in Maha's eyes. He didn't know how he survived.

In his memory, he was pierced through the chest by the blood spear of the giant ape mountain god.
Then he fell into the boiling magma, and his consciousness fell into endless darkness.

But at this moment, he was standing here miraculously.

He looked down at his body and was surprised to find that
I don’t know how much stronger my body is now than before I fell into the volcano.

Almost half of the giant ape had been devoured by him.

However, it is a pity that these powers were not completely absorbed by him, and most of them were consumed in continuous ultra-fast regeneration.

In this volcanic lava, the high temperature is enough to melt most substances in the world.

Maha knew clearly that with his previous strength, it would be impossible for him to survive in such an environment.

It was because Shanbao constantly repaired his broken body that he was able to survive.

Maha took a deep breath, feeling the surging power in his body.

Now I am one step closer to revenge!
The once lush forest has now been completely destroyed by the volcanic eruption and turned into a barren wasteland.

Looking around, the scene was devastated. The earth was covered with a layer of red lava, like a burning sea of ​​fire.

He lifted his feet, and stepped on the ground with every step.

They can clearly feel the heat coming through the soles of their feet.

The ground beneath my feet was shaking slightly, making a "sizzling" sound.

Wisps of white hot air rose up, which was the reaction of the high temperature coming into contact with his body.

Maha narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling the strange and destructive environment around him.

Suddenly, his mind moved, and the power of the mountain treasure in his body surged instantly.

His body began to undergo strange changes, his bones began to crackle.
The muscles swell rapidly and the surface of the skin is gradually covered with a layer of rough black hair.

In the blink of an eye, he turned into a giant ape.

Although this giant ape is not as huge as the giant ape mountain god with a body as big as a mountain, it is also very imposing.

Wave after wave of surging power poured into Maha's body.

But at this moment, while feeling this power, a hint of thought flashed in Maha's eyes.

"It should be incomplete..." he muttered to himself.

Maha understood that although the giant ape mountain god was dead,
And there was no trace of the body left, but he did not completely swallow the giant ape mountain god.

Those missing parts resulted in the power he obtained being incomplete.

In other words, even with the blessing of Shanbao,
The strength he possesses at this moment is far inferior to that of the original giant ape mountain god.

However, there was not much loss or regret in Maha's eyes.

For him, these powers were enough.

He thought of his tribe that was destroyed by the Jing Yuan Temple.
I thought of my relatives and tribesmen who had died tragically at the hands of the temple's minions.

This power is enough for him to take revenge and make those people pay the price.

Maha stood on this desolate red land, raised his head and let out a roar that shook the earth.

Maha continued to march through the barren wilderness in the form of a giant ape. The ground beneath his feet was still hot and the surrounding area was filled with the pungent smell left over from the volcanic eruption.

The barren land no longer had the vitality of the past, with only scorched earth burned by lava and a few dead trees.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, a tribal camp appeared ahead.

From afar, wisps of smoke rose from the camp, and the white smoke was particularly conspicuous in the dead silence of the wilderness.

In the center of the camp, a scarlet flag was flying high.
There is a red cloud printed on it, which is also the symbol of the Jingyuan Temple!

Seeing this flag, Maha's eyes turned cold instantly, and the flame of hatred ignited in his heart again.

Maha thought to himself that the power of the Jingyuan Temple had actually infiltrated here.
Perhaps I can find some clues about the temple in this camp and contribute to my revenge plan.

In an instant he had decided to disguise himself and approach the camp.

He gathered all his strength and tore a wound on his chest.

This is a fatal injury for ordinary people.

But for the unknown alien giant ape, it is nothing.

Maha let the blood flow as if he was seriously injured.

And he was limping at the moment, as if he would fall down at any time.

Maha deliberately walked towards the camp, taking each step with great difficulty.

He would let out a few painful moans from time to time, trying to attract the attention of people in the camp.

Finally, when he approached the camp, he deliberately revealed the shocking wound on his chest.

The wound was bloody and still oozing blood, looking extremely miserable.

The people in the camp heard the noise and came out, and soon noticed the injured ape.

Several men armed with weapons came out of the camp. They looked at the monkey transformed by Maha warily and slowly approached.

Maha suppressed his disgust and murderous intent and continued to pretend to be extremely weak.

His eyes were full of pleading, as if he was begging for their help.

The tribal warriors slowly approached the ape that Maha had transformed into, their eyes full of vigilance.

They communicated in low voices, and from time to time they looked at the shape and appearance of the ape, with a hint of excitement in their eyes.

In this vast wilderness, it is not common to encounter wild species.

What’s more, it was one that looked so strange and was seriously injured.

"This monkey looks unusual. Maybe it's a precious mountain god cub."

One of the soldiers rubbed his hands and a greedy look appeared on his face.

"Don't worry about it for now, just take it back. If it can be cured, maybe we can offer it to the Jingyuan Temple in exchange for some benefits."

Another warrior urged, his eyes flickering.

They gathered around Maha and observed him for a while.

Seeing that the monkey was too weak to even resist, he felt relieved.

One of them stepped forward bravely and touched the monkey's body.

Maha suppressed the disgust in his heart and trembled slightly, pretending that it was due to pain.

"He's seriously injured, but he can still be saved." The soldier withdrew his hand and said.

Everyone nodded, and then worked together to lift Maha up.

Maha deliberately let his body become limp and powerless to resist, allowing them to do whatever they wanted.

Along the way, the soldiers carefully carried Maha and walked towards the camp.

The others in the camp saw that they had brought back an injured monkey, and they gathered around, looking at him curiously. Maha was placed in an open space in the middle of the camp, and the people around him got busy.

Maha pretended to be unconscious, closed his eyes and kept his body motionless.

He could feel someone applying herbs on his body and bandaging his wounds, and someone was whispering beside him.

"Is this monkey the child of the mountain god?"

"I don't know. Never seen anything like this?"

"Who cares? As long as it can be cured, it will be a great deed if we offer it to the temple."

Maha listened to these discussions and sneered in his heart.

But he also understood that now was not the time to expose himself.

With everyone's busy work, Maha's wound was quickly treated.

Seeing that he was still unconscious, people placed him in a corner of the camp and sent someone to guard him, waiting for him to wake up.

Maha continued to pretend to be unconscious. Although he seemed unconscious, he was actually always paying attention to the movements around him.

Soon, the tribe's witch doctor heard that a baby suspected to be the mountain god was brought back, and he hurried over to check.

The witch doctor was thin and his face was full of wrinkles. He looked much older than Atu.

The witch doctor squatted down, stretched out his dry fingers, gently pushed away the herbs used to bandage Maha's wounds, and checked his injuries.

When his fingers touched Maha's skin, he was slightly startled.
The body temperature and touch of this great ape seemed to be different from those of ordinary alien species.

His curiosity was thoroughly aroused, and he decided to investigate further.

The witch doctor took out a thin bone needle from the leather bag at his waist and carefully pierced it into Maha's arm, trying to draw some blood.

Maha felt a stinging pain in his arm, but he still pretended to be unconscious and did not reveal any flaws.

As the bone needle pierced, a stream of golden-red blood slowly flowed out and dripped into a small bone container.

When the witch doctor saw the golden-red blood, his eyes widened instantly.

However, after leaving the body, the blood quickly turned bright red, just like human blood.

The witch doctor had never seen blood like this before. The blood of ordinary mountain gods was definitely not this color.

The golden-red blood flowing in this ape's body means that it is very likely to be a more precious and powerful being.

He thought to himself that if he reported this discovery to the Jingyuan Temple, he would definitely be rewarded handsomely.

The witch doctor put away the bone container containing blood, stood up, and looked around.

Seeing that no one noticed his actions, he prepared to leave.

After Maha and the other witch doctors walked a distance away, he slowly opened his eyes, and a cold murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

He moved gently and followed the witch doctor silently.

At this time, the sky was gradually darkening, and most of the people in the camp were gathered around the campfire. No one noticed the actions of the man and the ape.

The witch doctor quickened his pace, thinking only of reporting this important discovery to the temple as soon as possible.

Just as he was about to walk out of the camp, he suddenly felt a chill coming from behind him.

He was startled and just wanted to turn around, but found that Maha had come behind him without him knowing.

There was no emotion in Maha's eyes. He stretched out his strong arms, covered the witch doctor's mouth, and dragged him into the shadows beside him.

The witch doctor struggled desperately, trying to make a sound for help, but Maha's strength was too great and he could not break free.

Maha used his other hand to tightly grip the witch doctor's neck, gradually increasing the strength in his hand.

The witch doctor grabbed Maha's arms and tried to pry them apart, but it was in vain.

As time passed, the witch doctor's struggle became weaker and weaker.

Finally, his body fell limply to the ground, motionless.

Maha loosened his hand and looked at the witch doctor's body coldly.

He squatted down, searched the witch doctor's body for the container containing his own blood, crushed it,
The blood dripped onto the ground and was instantly absorbed by the dry soil.

After getting rid of the witch doctor, Maha made sure that no one was around to notice him.

Shanbao's power instantly enveloped the witch doctor's body.

As the light surged, the witch doctor's body began to melt rapidly.

After Maha devoured the witch doctor's body, he quickly turned into the witch doctor's appearance.

At this moment, Maha was relieved: "I can become a human..."

He had been a little worried before. If he killed the witch doctor but couldn't impersonate him, it would be troublesome.

But Shanbao's power did not disappoint him.

Maha put on the witch doctor's robe made of the skin of an unknown creature, picked up the bone staff, and walked towards the center of the tribal camp.

When he appeared in front of everyone, the originally noisy camp suddenly became quiet.

The people in the tribe looked at him with awe and fear, as if they were facing a high and mighty god.

The witch doctor has a very high status in this tribe and is in charge of the life and death and illness of the tribe members.
It is also closely connected to the Jingyuan Temple, so people both respect and fear it.

Maha pretended to be majestic and slowly glanced at the crowd around him, with an unquestionable sense of oppression in his eyes.

A short, fawning tribal man hurried over, lowered his head, and said respectfully:
"Master Xinrao, didn't you go to the temple? Why are you back?"

Maha understood, Xinrao? Is this the name of this witch doctor?
He nodded slightly, imitating the witch doctor's tone: "Where I go is none of your business!"

"I just want to wait until daybreak before going. Now I'm going to walk around and see what's going on in the tribe."

Then Maha said:
"Do you have any new news recently?"

The man was flattered and quickly replied:

"Replying to Lord Xinrao, we have been following the instructions of the temple recently and searching for traces of the mountain god in the surrounding area."

"A few days ago, we caught some disobedient guys and have locked them up in the dungeon."

Maha's heart was moved, but he remained calm on the surface and asked, "Oh? Who is imprisoned in the dungeon?"

The man looked at Maha cautiously, hesitated for a moment, and then said:

"They are the remnants of the Wolf Tribe. They have always been restless and against us, and they have even attempted to rebel against the rule of the Jingyuan Temple."

"Wolf Tribe?" Maha's tone paused slightly, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, "Are you sure you are from the Wolf Tribe?"

The man nodded quickly, with a flattering smile on his face:

"It is absolutely true, Master Xinrao."

"We checked carefully and found that they had the totem mark of the Wolf Tribe."

Maha felt a surge of emotion in his heart.

Originally Guduo thought that his tribe had been exterminated, but he didn't expect that there are still remnants of the Wolf Tribe alive.

Remembering that Guduo had once taught him the contents of the parchment scroll, Maha felt that he still needed it.
Help the dead Gudo and save his people.

He pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Take me to the dungeon."

The man showed a trace of embarrassment on his face, but he still did not dare to disobey and had to lead the way. (End of this chapter)