Realizing this fact, Angie instinctively moved closer to Aiven's side. It was the natural instinct of a normal human, regardless of how powerful one might be.
Within just a minute, four of the five Iroquois had already been struck down by daggers, and after collapsing to the ground, their bones were stripped away, becoming part of this temple.
The last hunter, the strongest among the indigenous people, had already passed through the square portal and appeared before the two of them.
Driven by a desire for survival, he hesitated not for a moment and led a large group of "Bone-Scraping Priests" to charge at them.
"Ah!"
But after just two steps, he was struck in the lower back by a dagger, and fell awkwardly into the filthy stagnant water.
The next moment, a part of the stone on the platform under Aiven and Angie's feet disappeared, replaced by a hip bone that looked very fresh.
"No one... can escape alive from this Temple of the Evil Spirit!"
