Chapter-187

A guttural cry of pain and rage erupted from the ghoul leader's twisted maw as the spear impaled his flesh. His momentum was abruptly halted, and his halberd clattered to the ground as he crumpled to his knees in excruciating agony. Sin had once again struck a vital point, incapacitating his foe and rendering him helpless.

The battlefield bore witness to this relentless dance of combat, where Sin's mastery over his spear and his unparalleled combat instincts had turned the tide of battle in their favor. Julia, Sia, and Fatty Jack watched in awe and disbelief as their leader continued to outmaneuver and outclass their monstrous adversary.

For the ghoul leader, the pain was unbearable. His transformed body had been pierced in both thighs, and blood oozed from the gruesome wounds. He clung to consciousness through sheer force of will, his eyes locked onto Sin with a mixture of hatred and desperation. It was a humbling experience for the once-mighty leader, who now found himself at the mercy of an opponent he had underestimated.

Sin, however, displayed no sympathy or remorse. His gaze remained fixed on the ghoul leader, unyielding and unwavering. He understood the gravity of their situation and knew that hesitation could spell their downfall. Their mission to rescue Lita Woodenburg hinged on their ability to overcome this foe and the tribe he led.

The moment Sin's poison-laden spear struck the ghoul's feet, it was as if a venomous serpent had sunk its fangs deep into the creature's flesh. The ghoul's resistance to poison, although formidable, was no match for the malevolence of the Poison Dragon Emperor's venom. The green scales of the spear seemed to come alive, oozing a vile and deadly toxin that no ordinary creature could withstand.

The ghoul leader's agonized scream echoed through the village, a sound that sent shivers down the spines of his fellow tribesmen. Sin, unmoved by the pitiful cries, maintained his cold and calculated demeanor as he watched the ghoul's suffering unfold. The leader's once-mighty frame began to convulse uncontrollably, and his skin turned an unhealthy shade of ashen gray.

Sin had specifically chosen this move for its reputation, a poison feared not only by mortals but also by gods. The Poison Dragon Emperor was a legendary beast whose very breath could bring death to entire armies. Its venom was said to be so potent that it could corrode the very essence of life. As the ghoul's screams grew louder and more desperate, it was evident that this poison lived up to its terrifying reputation.

The surrounding tribesmen, who had moments ago reveled in the anticipation of a human feast, were now gripped by a growing sense of dread. They watched in horror as their mighty leader, once a symbol of their strength and power, writhed in excruciating pain before their eyes.

Sin, seizing the opportunity to incapacitate the ghoul further, stepped forward with calculated precision. His movements were fluid and graceful, belying the immense power he wielded. With a swift and calculated strike, he sent his spear whistling through the air once more, targeting the ghoul's remaining good limbs.

The ghoul leader, his agony overwhelming, could do little to defend himself. As the spear pierced his remaining limbs, a sickening crunch followed by a bone-chilling howl filled the air. The leg was now shattered, rendering the ghoul leader completely immobilized and at Sin's mercy.

Sin's gaze remained unyielding, a stark contrast to the chaos and terror that had gripped the village. The tribesmen, who had moments ago been so eager to dine on human flesh, now watched their formidable leader reduced to a pitiable state. It was a chilling reminder that their own insatiable hunger had led them down this treacherous path.

With the ghoul leader incapacitated, Sin knew that the battle was nearing its end. The ghoul's transformation had not brought the advantage it had hoped for; instead, it had only exposed its weaknesses because its flesh is softer than human form.  Sin's strategy, relentless precision, and mastery over his poison-laden spear had proven to be too much for the once-mighty ghoul leader.

As Sin stood over the fallen ghoul, the poison continued to course through the creature's veins, relentlessly corroding its very essence. The ghoul leader's screams grew weaker, his once-fearsome visage now reduced to a pathetic and feeble creature.

Sia had swiftly dispatched a ghoul who had once been a tribesman with ease. Her strength was evident as she quickly dealt with a level 40 ghoul. Breathing heavily from the exertion of the battle, she turned her gaze toward Sin, who was engaged in a fierce battle with the transformed ghoul leader.

Sia couldn't help but feel a mixture of admiration and relief as she watched Sin's skillful maneuvers. It was clear that Sin was a capable fighter, and he was handling the situation with a level of expertise that left her both impressed and reassured. As she wiped the sweat from her brow, she couldn't help but wonder if she had misjudged him earlier.

There was a momentary pause in the battle, and Sin's eyes met Sia's. She wanted to convey a form of apology for her earlier doubts about his actions. She knew that her skepticism had been born out of fear and ignorance, and she regretted jumping to conclusions. However, it seemed that Sin was fully engrossed in the battle, and there was no opportunity for words at the moment.

The one sided clash between Sin and the ghoul leader continued to intensify. Sin's spear, imbued with the deadly poison of the Poison Dragon Emperor, was a formidable weapon. It struck with precision, finding weak points in the ghoul leader's defenses and inflicting painful wounds. The leader's roars of agony echoed through the night as he struggled to fend off Sin's relentless assault.

Meanwhile, Julia and Fatty Jack were also engaged in their own battles against the remaining tribesmen who had transformed into ghouls. Julia, her sword striking true with each swing.

The once-silent village was now a chaotic battleground, filled with the clashing of weapons, agonized cries, and the overpowering stench of blood and death. The tribesmen-turned-ghouls fought ferociously, their hunger for human flesh driving them to attack with relentless fury.