The troublesome Blood Magic was, surprisingly, easily purified into the ancient natural power of the Spirit of the Wilderness.
The figure of Centaur Jack increased at least sixfold, running like a small mountain, simultaneously roaring and firing his gun at the boulder where Ivita and the Hearthstone Witch hid. Within mere seconds, the boulder was already covered in cracks, on the verge of falling apart completely.
Centaur Jack let out a threatening neigh. "Intruders, you are not match for me. There's one way out for you now, and that is to surrender to me, Captain Jack."
He was surrounded by the carrion rotting humans, who were being sacrificed while emitting cries of woe, curses, and overflowing negative emotions.
"Damn you, Captain Jack, you son of a bitch. You actually dared to sacrifice your own sailor grandsires…"
"He wants to sacrifice us, he has always despised us. On this mountain, what good are we to him."
