Deep in the forest, a horrific massacre was unfolding.
Bodies lay scattered haphazardly in every corner of the settlement formed by tents in a spiral tribal style.
This was once the cozy home of a minority tribe, but now it had become a living hell.
The elderly, women, children, young girls, young boys... none were spared, all lay in pools of blood.
"Ah~ what beautiful eyes, I want to make beautiful dolls for you."
A gloomy-looking man casually threw the young girl, who was covered in scars and had been tortured, onto the ground.
On the girl's once beautiful face, only two empty eye sockets remained, and blood flowed from them like broken strings of pearls.
In front of him was the body of a man, his face frozen in an expression of rage and ferocity, an expression seemingly etched deeply onto his face, never to fade.
The gloomy man extended two fingers, plunged them mercilessly into the corpse's eye sockets, and dug out another pair of eyes.
"So beautiful!"
He let out a perverted sound that made one tremble.
As for today's operation, he undoubtedly enjoyed it the most.
His companions were also engaged in equally cruel acts in various corners.
Outside a certain tent, a man in spiral-patterned clothing was brandishing the blade in his hand, stabbing the corpse beneath him madly, again and again.
Beside him, a woman's eyes were wide, her gaze a mix of terror and rage, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.
"You, what have you done!" she roared through clenched teeth.
Beside her, a man with a blonde doll-like face was playing on his phone, as if controlling a game, and responded nonchalantly: "Can't you see? I'm controlling him to fight."
"You are defiling his corpse! Why? Stop it!" The woman was consumed by grief and indignation.
Finally, her long-suppressed rage completely erupted, and her eyes instantly blazed red like flames.
With a 'swish', the hand rose and the blade fell, and her beautiful head rolled from her neck.
"Wouldn't it have been better to get angry earlier? There's no 'why'." The blonde doll-faced man said indifferently, reaching out and digging out the beautiful Scarlet Eyes from the severed head.
On the other side, Wo Jin was fighting fiercely with a man wearing tribal clothing.
"Oh! Your punches are heavy." Wo Jin shouted loudly.
The man fighting him didn't respond, just threw punch after punch at Wo Jin recklessly.
"Why?" the man yelled hoarsely.
"What why?" Wo Jin looked puzzled.
"Why harm us? We were already hiding far away." The man's rage erupted like a volcanic eruption.
The enemy's deliberate act of provoking the tribe members clearly indicated that they were here for the Scarlet Eyes.
"I don't know, the Leader seems to quite like your eyes," Wo Jin replied casually, while simultaneously throwing a punch at the opponent.
At this moment, the man fighting Wo Jin reached the peak of his rage, his aura suddenly erupted, and his eyes also turned a striking Scarlet red.
"Oh! Now that's more like it!" Wo Jin's emotions surged, and his fighting spirit was unprecedentedly full.
In the distant jungle, Kevin held Mito down tightly, preventing him from rushing out.
This massacre was infuriating.
Even Kevin, who had no emotional connection to these slaughtered people, couldn't stand it.
The fire of rage in his heart was also burning fiercely.
But perhaps precisely because he had no emotional connection, he was able to suppress the rage in his heart and maintain basic calmness.
"Don't be impulsive, rushing in is suicide.
Those guys are very strong, we two can't handle them," Kevin urged anxiously.
He saw clearly that if it were one-on-one, they might still have a chance to repel the opponent.
But the number of enemies before them clearly exceeded five, and on the surface, the strength of these people was no less than his.
What's more, they likely possessed Nen Ability, and once used, the situation would become completely unpredictable.
After all, judging by the strength of these people, their Nen Ability was certainly not comparable to those he had encountered before.
However, Kevin's words had no effect on Mito at this moment.
At this moment, Mito was enraged to the extreme, his eyes blood-red, and the Zetsu state he was maintaining was on the verge of collapsing.
Once Zetsu was withdrawn, and he unleashed his Nen and raging killing intent without reservation, their whereabouts would be completely exposed.
Currently, their only advantage was being hidden in the dark and still on the periphery.
The enemies were clearly prepared, already positioned in different directions, contracting from the outside inwards.
The purpose was to catch them all.
Kevin didn't hesitate for a moment, quickly drew out a certain potion, the only one he had, from his waist, and forcibly poured it into Mito's mouth.
As the potion took effect, Mito instantly felt his emotions become incredibly direct.
The rage, fear, and wails of his tribesmen ahead impacted his body and mind like surging waves, one after another.
His own inner rage and desire for slaughter also churned within him.
But for some reason, he forced himself to calm down, and he really did inexplicably calm down; his emotions were strong but clear and controllable.
Kevin's words clearly rang in his ears: "We can't beat them, you should understand that.
They came for your tribe, their goal is to take everyone's eyes.
"Now calm down, our only chance is to save as many people as possible and get them out.
We have Land Birds, they don't.
"We cannot let the bloodline of your tribe be cut off like this.
Even if we can only save one or two people, it's better than everyone dying here.
We will definitely get revenge!
Think of your son, your son!
"You haven't seen his body yet, right?
Go save him, at least get him out, okay?
"He hasn't seen the outside world yet, he hasn't run freely yet, are you going to let him die like this, senselessly?
He hasn't experienced anything, like a trapped bird..."
Finally, Kevin's words seemed to have an effect, and coupled with the special controlling and regulating effect of the Essence Sensing Potion on emotions, Mito forcibly suppressed the rage in his heart.
His eyes were still blood red, but his entire person seemed to instantly become incredibly cold, entering an extreme Zetsu state.
This made even Kevin marvel.
This level of precise control over one's Nen was something even he had to exert considerable effort to achieve, and he didn't expect Mito to be able to reach it in such a short time.
Of course, only at this moment, that absolutely calm Zetsu.
"Let's go find your son, hurry!"
Mito nodded silently, and taking Kevin, cautiously circled around for more than half a turn.
Along the way, the aura of the tribesmen's rage and fear continuously came, impacting Mito's mind wave after wave; he clearly felt every trace of pain and despair.
The confusion and resentment mixed within it were even more deeply engraved in his heart.
Under the effect of the potion, and under his own will, these emotions gathered here, piling up in his heart.
The Kurutas tribe had over a hundred members in total, not all of whom were pure-blooded; many were outsiders who joined the tribe through marriage.
Tents of dozens of families were scattered in a well-ordered manner, forming this seemingly peaceful settlement.
At this moment, those who had brutally killed them were like reapers, carrying out a cruel "harvest" in every corner of the settlement.
They were like a gradually tightening encirclement, slowly pushing inwards, not letting go of anyone they encountered, their methods extremely cruel.
Threats, slaughter, intimidation—all these evil deeds were solely to provoke extreme rage in the tribesmen whose eyes could turn red.
"Pairo, run, run!
Your dad is still outside, go find him, don't let him come back!"
A black-haired woman pushed her child hard—a black-haired boy named Pairo.
Pairo looked somewhat weak.
The continuous wailing in his ears made Pairo widen his eyes in terror.
"Run!" his mother shouted hoarsely.
Pairo turned and ran desperately.
He couldn't help but look back, only to see a man with an indifferent expression stepping on his mother's back, and with a wave of his hand, he cut off his mother's head with his bare hand.
In an instant, the world in Pairo's eyes turned blood red, and his mind seemed to go blank, yet his mother's voice still echoed in his ears.
"Run!"
"Go find Father."
The man squatted down, dug out his mother's eyes, and then looked at Pairo.
His expression changed slightly, revealing a hint of surprise: "The color is a bit different, is it a mutated individual?"
A ripple appeared on his originally calm face, an expression interwoven with curiosity and indifference.
As if the mother he had casually killed held no weight whatsoever.