I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself Chapter 170 - 83: Cultivation, the Whole Clan Practices the

The Golden Crow spreads its wings, its wings like clouds hanging from the sky, with clusters of large fireballs swirling below, the golden flas covering the sky and blocking out the vastness.

"Chirp!"

Amidst the sea of flas, a Golden Crow looks upward and cries, tilting its head towards the mountains below.

A fire dragon is unleashed from its mouth, forming a small sun in mid-air, rolling down toward a giant child in the mountains.

Confronted with the descending sun, the child shows no fear but rather eagerness, stepping firmly on the ground, ready to collide with the flas.

However, an arm like a mountain ridge falls from the sky, grabbing the small giant child and carrying it on the shoulder, and with a massive club made from the bone of an indeterminate wild beast, it shatters the falling sun.

The bursting flas scatter the black smoke, revealing vast forests and wastelands filled with giants taller than the hills, so as tall as thousands of feet, with smaller ones reaching hundreds of feet.

Looking around, it’s unclear how many there are.

So wield massive bone clubs like mountains, others grip huge stone spears, and sotis they rely break off mountaintops to crush into the sky.

Boom!

Amidst the exploded sea of golden flas, the forms of the Golden Crows are revealed.

This is a battle between a group of giants and a flock of Golden Crows, a conflict stretching unknown miles.

At this mont, wherever one can see, raging flas burn in the forests, with smoke covering the sky.

The two terrifying groups fight on and off as they advance, with no predictable direction, and the battle’s range fluctuating, crushing all directions.

The flock of Golden Crows wrapped in blazing golden flas have arrived at Lingyu Valley, where the fertile land filled with rivers and lakes evaporates into steam under the blazing heat, hissing away.

Soon, the imnse group of giants also catch up, seeing the lakes below, so imdiately plunging their heads into the water, gulping it down with deep gulping sounds.

Those who have drunk their fill grab giant spears and resu hunting Golden Crows, while others follow and continue to drink.

So giants reach the northern part of the valley close to Giant Peak, ignoring the hidden people on the mountain while quickly replenishing their water.

The vast lakes dry up rapidly from the fire’s heat and the giants’ drinking, revealing their bottom.

No matter the lted snow river flowing down from the Giant Mountain Range, in a short ti, it cannot refill the lakes.

Boom!

Boom!

The battle between the two fearso groups continues.

A giant who just finished drinking raises a hand with a stone spear and pierces a Golden Crow.

Another giant jumps high and grabs the injured Crow’s leg, fiercely pulling it down from the sky.

"Screech!"

The golden crow’s wings are torn off, given to a small giant, while the remaining flesh is quickly shredded into pieces, consud by different giants.

Even the dripping crow’s blood is greedily scraped from the ground with tongues like ravines, swallowing earth, plants, ashes alike.

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Amidst the northern mountain ranges of the valley, the rumbling continues, with martial artists intervening to shatter the scattering flas, protecting their hos.

However, as a Crow is captured and killed, the flock of Crows becos furious, the blazing flas descending from the sky, intensifying the battle with the giants.

In no ti, more scattered sparks headed towards the northern mountains.

Spells unfold in the mountains, colliding with the flas.

Ordinary falling flas are manageable, but a thousand-foot fireball suddenly changes direction, heading for the mountain.

The fireball rolls, covering the sky.

"Help !"

Lord Lingyu rises into the air, a long spear appearing in hand.

Behind him, several wizards chant incantations in unison, quickly forming a Lingyu Dharma Form over two hundred feet large in the void, rging with Lord Lingyu.

But under the scorching environnt, the ford Dharma Form appears unstable from the mont it manifests.

"Clan Chief, it’s not working, there’s too much fire in the world, the witchcraft is restrained!"

Lord Lingyu notices he can’t withstand the fireball.

"Summon the Sacrificial Spirits!"

In the Lingyu Ancestral Temple in the mountains, the Ancestral Temple Keeper swiftly strikes the fish scale drum.

An ancient aura revives from the drum, and three robust figures rush out of the Ancestral Temple, crossing the sky and crashing into the Lingyu Dharma Form.

"Shatter!"

Lord Lingyu’s presence surges in the air, and the Lingyu Dharma Form launches from the long spear, colliding with the descending fireball.

Water and fire clash, exploding in the air into countless shattered fiery rays.

The commotion here does not draw the attention of the Crows and giants, who ignore the ants below, trampling Lingyu Valley repeatedly two or three tis before continuing eastwards while battling.

"Kuafu Race."

Lord Lingyu quietly follows this terrifying group across the valley until they truly leave the vast valley before sighing in relief.

But Lord Lingyu looks at the plains in the valley, developed over thousands of years of Lingyu efforts, and tears welled up.

The passage of Crows and giants turned this fertile, water-abundant land into scorched earth.

Rivers and wetlands dried up, and so tribal cities turned into thin slices beneath colossal footprints.

Just as Lord Lingyu plans to return, a stream of light appears amidst the rolling dust behind the battling Crows and Kuafu giants.