At this time, Brandon seemed to hear some sounds. He immediately became alert and tried hard to get up from the pit with his limbs, but his limbs were very weak. It took him a long time to stand up. He tilted his head slightly and listened carefully.

At the same time, mental qi was released quickly, ten metres, twenty metres, fifty metres. His inner will could now detect a radius of fifty metres. If it were normal circumstances, he would definitely celebrate with joy, but he was not even in a happy mood, and he didn't even pay attention.

Unexpectedly, all his energy was on guard against the unknown creature. The sound was getting closer and closer, it seemed very messy, and it was obvious that there were multiple creatures approaching.

After a while, Brandon saw the bushes in front of him suddenly move, and a person appeared in his sight. More and more people appeared soon after, and there were already more than a dozen. Those people held spears in their hands and had strange paint on their faces.

What was particularly eye-catching was that they all had a string of necklaces made of skulls hanging on their chests. The skulls looked very small, only as big as a fist. It was obviously made through some special secret method. The number of skulls hung on the chests of those people varied. The one walking in the front obviously had the most, with more than a dozen skulls hanging on their chests.

Looks like the leader.

They showed their bravery and status by the number of skulls hanging on their chests.

Seeing the skulls on their chests, Brandon judged that these people were obviously not good people. At the same time, a word appeared in his mind. Cannibals.

Brandon was now weak and seriously injured. Although Brandon had strong self-healing ability, it would take time. What Brandon lacked the most was time. He stood there motionless and began to slowly release the aura of the dragon, hoping to scare them away.

The loud noise just now clearly alarmed the cannibals. The leader of the cannibal tribe

called a group of people to come over to see what was going on. They crossed the bushes and found smoke and dust in front of them, which was the site of the incident. However, when they walked to the pit, they seemed a little hesitant and frightened.

It was a creature they had never seen before, and its whole body was covered with golden scales. It had a pair of wings on its back, and a ferocious face. He could tell at a glance that this was not a benevolent creature.

When he saw this creature, he seemed to have vaguely seen it somewhere, and it felt a bit familiar. But he breathed a sigh of relief immediately when he found that the monster had been seriously injured, with blood flowing all over its body.

He immediately organised a hunting team to surround the monster. Suddenly, he felt that the air was a little stuffy, as if he was about to be suffocated. A feeling of fear suddenly arose in his heart, and he couldn't help but hesitate.

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Brandon found that they had surrounded him, but they did not dare to attack. They were obviously afraid of him. Of course, if he was not injured, he would have the strength. But now, Brandon obviously did not dare to act rashly, and the atmosphere became strangely stale.

The leading cannibal had a grim atmosphere, and big beads of sweat fell from his head drop by drop. He looked at the monster becoming more and more familiar, and suddenly an image flashed through his mind. Yes, that's it, exactly the same, except that the wings seem to be a little smaller. He was a little afraid to confirm.

He signalled to his companion next to him, and the cannibal slowly approached the clan leader, who whispered to him. The cannibal was hesitant, but the patriarch's authority could not be offended. He slowly backed away from the monster.

After retreating fifty metres, he quickly turned around and ran back. Time passed like this little by little. There was more and more sweat on the patriarch's face, his face was obviously a little abnormal, and his legs began to tremble slightly.

Brandon saw a cannibal running back. Could it be that he is going to call someone? He murmured in his heart. But Brandon didn't mind. Since he went to call someone, it meant he wouldn't attack now.

Brandon thought it would be best to wait as long as possible. He found that his physical strength was slowly recovering, and the wounds on his body were slowly healing. As long as he was given a little more time, he believed that it would be a piece of cake to deal with them.

At this time, another sound came from the jungle, so fast, Brandon cursed in his heart. This is a bit troublesome. I don't know if my body can bear these crude spears. Although Brandon was very confident in his defence, he had never tested it. This made him a little worried.

After a few minutes, high bushes suddenly parted, revealing several people. The leader was an old man who was almost staggering when he walked. Followed by several strong cannibals, the old man had a high status from the appearance.

Why did he bring this bag of old bones of all people? Could it be that he asked me to surrender? Brandon was suddenly amused by his own cold joke.

The old man came to Brandon tremblingly and watched carefully. The more he looked, the more serious his expression became. Beads of sweat began to appear on his head, and his whole body seemed to be crumbling.

Brandon let out a dragon roar in dissatisfaction.

The old man suddenly bowed his head and bowed, his body pressed tightly to the ground, and his mouth without many teeth muttered something. Brandon didn't understand what he was saying.

The leading cannibal shook violently as if he was suddenly hit by something. Then he fell to the ground and began to mutter something like a spell.

The cannibals suddenly didn't know what to do. The original defensive formation broke up. Some of them hurriedly fell to the ground. Some of them suddenly didn't know what to do and looked around blankly.

Brandon was also a little stunned by the sudden ending. He felt as if he was watching a movie.

The turning point came too fast, and it was a bit baffling. He felt that his poor brain was starting to become a little unresponsive. He began to wonder if this was some kind of special spell.

He stood motionless in the pose of a white crane with its wings spread out, except that his mouth opened slightly involuntarily. If it weren't for the thick sulphur-smelling smoke coming out of his nostrils from time to time, others would have thought he was just a sculpture.

At this time, the cannibal old man suddenly stood up and yelled loudly at those who were still standing. His voice was loud and did not sound like the voice of an old man at all.

After the old man's speech, he began to lie on the ground again and began to talk. At this time everyone was lying on the ground. Only then did Brandon feel a little awake.

It seems that these cannibals have no ill intentions towards me, but why do they act as if worshipping me? Could it be said that there has been a giant dragon here?