CHAPTER 590: CHAPTER 566 GREAT LEADER 84 4000 CHARACTERS_2

The attacking Cannibal Tribe was not ambushing the Great Tribe for the first time. They had experience that this was precisely the time when the Great Tribe’s vigilance was at its lowest.

Many times, facing their attacks, some Great Tribes hadn’t reacted even when they had approached, and even if they were cautiously discovered in advance, all they could do was grab their weapons in time, unable to fully enter combat mode.

The people of the Cannibal Tribe thought this attack would be no exception. Who knew that just as they entered the forest not too deep, the leading Cannibal Tribe warriors suddenly lost their footing and fell into a pit, sending them into a panic due to this sudden change!

Yan Shuangshuang’s traps were dug extremely deep, even warriors with excellent physical conditions could not avoid being skewered like human sugar-coated haws by the bamboo spikes buried at the bottom if they couldn’t react in time as they fell.

People in this world had never experienced traps before, and their first encounter left them flustered. The ones falling later were better off, as in their panic, they could step on the heads and shoulders of those who fell earlier to propel themselves out of the trap.

But those who fell into the trap first were miserable, all skewered on the bamboo spikes at the bottom, turning into skewered human sugar-coated haws.

Fei Mao, being nimble and adept at leaping to escape, luckily avoided the trap and jumped onto a nearby tree, while the Cannibal Tribe leader behind him stepped on the heads below to leap out of the trap.

Yan Shuangshuang’s traps were interconnected, and with this setup, hundreds of people fell, accompanied by dying screams. Apart from a few who managed to escape, the rest were skewered on the bamboo spikes, dying gruesomely.

The blood of those who died in the traps pooled together in a blood puddle, with the rich scent of blood lingering thickly in the air.

Fei Mao, the leader, and the others who were lucky enough not to step into traps hadn’t yet recovered when many had their legs suddenly ensnared and were hung upside down. Immediately after, a row of bamboo stakes flew over, piercing through the bodies of those hanging upside down.

This time, the screams rang out repeatedly, accompanied by an even denser bloody aroma, and within an instant, more than a dozen people lost their lives.

After these two wave trap attacks, the people of the Cannibal Tribe were somewhat terrified and somewhat angry. No matter how foolish, they knew this was a prepared defense by the Yanhuang Tribe.

In the past, when the Cannibal Tribe attacked other tribes, the opposing tribes always fled in panic. No tribe dared to resist them! And certainly, no tribe had the capability to make them suffer such losses before even facing each other!

Hardly having avoided the trap and bamboo stake array, before the Cannibal Tribe people could catch their breath and recover from the furious shock, they stepped on something unknown, triggering the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle prepared by Yan Shuangshuang, which came showering down!

The Cannibal Tribe, whose nerves were already sensitive from the two trap encounters, panicked and dodged, only to find themselves covered in a row of quill-like objects, secretly relieved that it wasn’t a lethal attack.

However, before they could fully exhale, they realized something was wrong. They noticed that all those pierced by those needle-like objects had their faces turn a sickly black, a clear sign of poisoning!

This poison was made by Yan Shuangshuang by mixing the venom of all the venomous snakes she could find. Even she didn’t know how potent it was or what the antidote could be. Moreover, this poison was so strong that not even the Great Witch’s power could easily counteract it, let alone detoxify on a large scale.

This attack had a more significant impact than the previous two; the needle attack raining like a storm hit many Cannibal Tribe people. The poison invaded quickly, and before long, those poisoned were down, their faces suffused with blackness.

After these three trap attacks, nearly a third of the Cannibal Tribe’s warriors were exhausted. Although there were no further movements after this mechanical attack,

the already jumpy Cannibal Tribe people were all nervously standing still, not daring to move, afraid of falling prey to some other trap or mechanism again.

They remained stationary for a long while, only daring to cautiously move forward again after confirming there were no more traps or mechanisms around.