William activated his Omniscient Eyes and slowly scanned the entire population gathered before him. His gaze swept over every face in the settlent, observing their emotions, their energy, and the subtle details hidden beneath the surface.
Most of the tribe mbers appeared exactly as expected. They were frightened, confused, and uncertain about what would happen next after their chief had been reduced to a mutilated wreck lying in a pool of blood.
However, one particular individual imdiately stood out. William raised a finger and pointed directly toward a woman standing among the harem of the tribal chief who had been pleasing him earlier.
"You. Step forward."
His voice echoed across the silent settlent.
The woman froze for a brief mont before looking around herself. Once she realized that William was indeed addressing her, she gracefully stepped away from the group and began approaching the ivory throne.
She was undeniably beautiful.
Even among cultivators and supernatural beings, her appearance would attract attention. Her features possessed a naturally seductive charm, while her gentle deanor gave the impression of an innocent, harmless woman. To most people, she looked like the sort of beauty capable of lowering a man’s guard without effort.
The surrounding tribesn imdiately reached the sa conclusion.
From their perspective, the situation seed obvious. Their forr chief had been defeated, and the strongest individual present had now selected a beautiful woman from the forr tribe leader’s harem. Such things were common within tribal society, where power dictated status and the strongest warrior naturally inherited everything belonging to the defeated.
To them, William’s intentions seed perfectly understandable. Unfortunately for them, their assumptions could not have been more incorrect.
William was perhaps the last person present who cared about a woman’s appearance. The woman who had been called out shared the sa misunderstanding.
Although she was not truly a mber of the Iron Tusk Tribe and had infiltrated it under a false identity, she still believed that her disguise remained intact. She assud that William, who seed very young, had rely been captivated by her appearance rather than discovering her secret.
Even so, she remained cautious. Beneath her calm exterior, calculations rapidly passed through her mind.
Once she reached the throne, she intended to sit on his lap and establish physical contact. The mont that happened, she would release an exceptionally lethal toxin capable of paralyzing even powerful beings within monts.
After she killed this young man, the now-crippled tribal chief, Dane, would beco entirely dependent upon her. His mutilated state would leave him incapable of maintaining control over the tribe, allowing her to gradually seize authority for herself.
Since she would be seen as the savior of the tribe, no one would resist her will to rule. As she walked forward, she briefly glanced toward Dane.
The forr chief continued screaming in agony on the ground.
The fact that his wounds showed no signs of regeneration told her everything she needed to know. So unknown force had prevented healing, reducing the once-proud tribal leader to a permanently crippled man.
Her confidence slowly increased. The closer she approached, the more convinced she beca that her plan would succeed.
Then everything changed. A trendous force suddenly descended upon her.
The pressure appeared without warning and slamd into her body with overwhelming weight. Her legs instantly gave way, and she crashed face-first onto the ground.
Panic flashed through her eyes.
"State your affiliation."
William’s voice rang out coldly across the settlent.
"My... my lord..." she stamred while quickly suppressing her alarm. "I was rely a forr concubine who was serving Chief Dane."
Her response ca quickly, but William’s expression did not change. A second wave of pressure descended.
This one was significantly heavier than the first. The woman felt her body trembling beneath the crushing force.
Before she could gather herself, she sensed a presence appear behind her. Everything happened in less than a heartbeat.
A flash of icy light swept through the air. Sothing landed on the ground directly in front of her.
For a brief mont, her mind failed to comprehend what she was seeing. Then the pain arrived.
One of her arms had been severed completely. Amorphous stood several ters away with an ice blade extending from one hand.
No amount of discipline or self-control could completely suppress such sudden agony.
A bloodcurdling scream escaped from the woman’s throat.
"AAAAAAAHHHHH!"
The scream echoed throughout the settlent.
Although it lacked the sheer volu of Dane’s earlier howls, the pain behind it was unmistakable. At that exact mont, sothing unexpected occurred.
Violent fire energy erupted from her body. Flas surged outward in every direction, only to be repeatedly crushed beneath William’s overwhelming pressure.
William narrowed his eyes. Through his omniscient eyes, he noticed sothing strange moving beneath the woman’s aura.
Rather than increasing the pressure, he gradually relaxed it out of curiosity about what was hidden inside her that was beginning to erge now.
At the sa ti, Amorphous sensed an overwhelming feeling of danger. Without hesitation, he imdiately retreated and created significant distance between himself and the woman.
The next few seconds beca increasingly horrifying. The woman suddenly began slamming her forehead against the ground while screaming uncontrollably. Her hair turned ssy, and her screams turned hoarse; she writhed in pain.
Massive waves of fire energy burst from her body. Her spine started twisting unnaturally beneath her skin. The flesh along her back distorted violently as if sothing inside was desperately trying to escape.
Then, suddenly, her skin began to tear apart.
Blood and shredded flesh spilled outward as the surface of her back stretched like an overinflated mbrane approaching its limit. The sight was grotesque.
Many of the tribe mbers recoiled in horror. Several stumbled backward while others stared in frozen disbelief. With a wet, tearing sound, sothing burst through the ruined flesh.
A pair of enormous feathered wings unfolded from her back. The wings were covered in brilliant crimson feathers that seed to burn with natural fire.
William imdiately recognized them. They resembled phoenix wings.
Before he could properly process that realization, the transformation continued. Two clawed arms pushed through the opening in her back.
They erged slowly at first before violently tearing away more flesh to create room for themselves.
With ti, the horrifying spectacle only grew worse.
To the stunned spectators, it appeared as though a second body was being born from inside the first. More limbs erged. A torso followed.
Then a head slowly separated itself from the surrounding flesh.
The creature inside continued pulling itself free while shedding the human body around it like a person removing a set of clothes.
Blood, skin, and muscle tore apart as the thing finally erged.
The screaming never stopped, though. The hollow shell of the woman still scread until the mutated phoenix completely separated itself from her body and stumbled outside weakly.
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