The leader of the Blood Boiling Tribe was a burly man with a thick beard. At this mont, his gaze fell upon the group from the Iron Teeth Tribe, showing no effort to hide his hostility: "What bad luck, how do I run into you bunch of birdn even here?"
As soon as he finished speaking.
A commotion arose within the Iron Teeth Tribe’s ranks: "Didn’t we beat you into submission the last ti? Talking big here, we’ll annihilate your entire tribe when we get back."
"All talk, why don’t you make a move then."
The burly man gave a cold snort: "If only you hadn’t fled so quickly..."
Those assigned to guide the various tribes were shrewd individuals. Hearing the exchange, they instantly recognized the conflict between the two tribes. While using words to persuade, they also signaled to their tribe mbers at the entrance.
The happenings here soon attracted more attention, and guests from other tribes watched from a distance.
At the entrance.
The conflict grew more intense.
These two tribes appeared to have just had a conflict recently, possibly even a war, with neither side gaining an advantage. Now, seeing their enemies again made their hatred even more acute. In the heat of their verbal confrontation, they could no longer hold back. The leader of the Blood Boiling Tribe took a step forward, his body patterns igniting like flas, charging directly ahead.
On the other side, the Iron Teeth Tribe was not to be outdone, as their leader’s Treasure Skill patterns flickered, ready to strike.
Just then.
A figure flashed out from the tribal entrance, radiating with fiery light, rushing into the center without any hesitation.
He intercepted them with his body, blocking one side with each arm. The incoming attacks from both were all halted by him, producing a dull sound upon impact. Then, surrounded by flas, power burst forth suddenly!
The two figures on either side of this flaming silhouette retreated simultaneously under the impact, their eyes showing a serious expression.
Burn marks could still be seen at the points of contact on their bodies.
The flas enveloping his body dissipated, revealing the figure inside.
It was Ding Yang!
With a steady gaze, his voice resonated: "Everyone, the grievances between you are beyond our Sacrificial Fire Tribe’s concern, but with our tribal festival approaching, all guests are welco, and I hope you won’t cause trouble within our tribe."
"Otherwise..."
He made no effort to hide the threat in his words.
Before joining the Sacrificial Fire Tribe, he was one of the Spirit Spring Tribe’s strong guardians, deeply understanding one principle.
In this Great Wilderness, only those who are strong have a voice. Showing weakness only emboldens others to beco more audacious.
With these words.
The leader of the Blood Boiling Tribe’s expression changed, preparing to say sothing.
Just then...
The sky was clear, but suddenly a thunderous sound erupted in mid-air.
A clap of thunder.
Countless people looked to the source, which was at the tribe’s center.
Amidst the focused attention, an unusual scene appeared above the tribal center: spiritual power surged, lightning condensed, strands interweaving and overlapping as if forming a Thunder Prison in the low sky!
It was alti, and visitors from various tribes outside clearly saw this scene.
"What’s that place?"
"That is where our Lord Sacrificial Spirit resides."
"I’ve heard that the previous Sacrificial Spirit of the Sacrificial Fire Tribe was a mysterious stone, quite formidable, but this new one seems even mightier."
"Is this festival prepared for him?"
"With such a Sacrificial Spirit, the Sacrificial Fire Tribe may beco unstoppable."
Whispers of discussion arose.
At the tribal entrance.
The burly man with a beard looked at the scene before him, his eyes flickering, the burning patterns on his body dimming. He glanced towards the Iron Teeth Tribe people on the other side, snorting coldly: "I’ll give the Sacrificial Fire Tribe so face."
"After this festival, we’ll see the real outco on the battlefield."
After speaking.
He turned back, signaling the Sacrificial Fire Tribe mbers who brought them to lead the way.
The group entered the tribe.
On the other side.
The leader of the Iron Teeth Tribe, with a pale, beardless face.
He gazed at Ding Yang, an earnest look in his eyes: "What’s your na?"
"Ding Yang."
"I will rember it."
"I didn’t expect there to be soone as skilled as you within this newly rebuilt tribe."
With those words, he led the others into the tribe, and under guidance, headed to the area arranged within the Sacrificial Fire Tribe.
Ding Yang watched as both teams entered.
"After this festival, it likely won’t remain peaceful," thought Ding Yang.
Previously, the surrounding tribes were all annihilated, and the Sacrificial Fire Tribe developed secretly, but once the festival is over, our tribe will be thoroughly exposed to other tribes.
"Luckily."
He looked towards the center’s Thunder Prison: "With the Lord Sacrificial Spirit’s protection, and the tribe mbers’ relentless practice, should any other tribe harbor ill intent, we can wipe them out in one fell swoop."
Ding Yang then stepped back into the tribe.
At the tribal center.
The Thunder Prison shattered after a period of ti with a loud crash.
Inside the Sacrificial Spirit Hall.
Qin Jin opened his eyes at this mont, their radiance dazzling, his aura full of montum.
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