Chapter 707 - 286: The Truth!
Holy Envoy Race Clan Land.
The silent Holy Envoy Race suddenly erupted.
Enemy attack!
One by one, the Holy Envoy Race martial artists flapped their wings, trying to soar into the sky. Yet, just as they left the nest, barely a few meters off the ground, they were struck down by the overwhelming energy.
The Golden Crow Spear Ship, with its vast and unparalleled aura, hovered above the Holy Envoy Race’s clan land.
The sound of bodies hitting the ground rose continuously as the Holy Envoy Race martial artists fell heavily injured. Some spat blood, others broke arms and legs, splattering a mist of blood.
On the spear ship, more than two thousand divine treasure martial artists gazed upon the clan land of the Holy Envoy Race.
"So this is the Holy Envoy Race’s lair. The Ancestral Temple Keeper brought us here to exterminate them!"
"No, why is the Holy Envoy Race so weak? There are only a few divine treasure martial artists, and not even in the mid-stage."
"Could it be that the two Tier Five and dozens of divine treasures we’ve killed before were all of them, leaving only these weaklings?"
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The members of the Blazing Flame Bo Division quietly spoke, looking at the surrounding Holy Envoy Race.
"Is this the Holy Envoy Race? They are no big deal!"
Among the All Divisions Bo Division, any who have been around for generations know a bit about the Holy Envoy Race, especially the Giant Wilderness and Giant Sand Bo Divisions, which have often paid tribute to the Holy Envoy Race.
But in the past, the Holy Envoy Race was too mysterious. All they knew was that decades ago, the Holy Envoy Race allied with Yongyi’s powerful divisions to attack the Blazing Flame Bo Division.
"The Ancestral Temple’s decree to annihilate the Holy Envoy Race? Isn’t this making a mountain out of a molehill?"
Someone muttered inwardly, not daring to say it aloud.
Everyone glanced around. Although the Holy Envoy Race had Tier Four members, they were only at the initial stage, and there were not many of them.
With such a weak Holy Envoy Race, the over two thousand divine treasure martial artists could drown them with just a mouthful of saliva each.
"You have some nerve!"
"How dare you trespass on the sacred land of the Holy Spirit? Aren’t you afraid of the wrath of the Holy Spirit?"
A divine treasure martial artist from the Holy Envoy Race roared, his body trembling uncontrollably, yet he continued to speak with a show of bravado,
"Great Holy Spirit..."
But more members of the Holy Envoy Race had already knelt down, worshiping in the direction of the altar.
With over two thousand divine treasure martial artists descending, they had no strength left to resist.
The great-uncle on the altar was already silent.
Without Shen Can’s orders, the people on the spear ship did not move, watching as a large number of Holy Envoy Race martial artists prostrated themselves on the ground, praying towards the altar.
All eyes turned towards the altar.
"Whom do the Holy Envoy Race worship?"
"Why not go see?"
The Golden Crow Spear Ship moved towards the altar, and soon everyone saw the carvings on the altar.
"Are they worshiping their ancestors?"
Someone noticed the countless figures on the altar worshipping a giant bird, and then looked at the winged Holy Envoy Race, unable to help but speak.
"Let’s form groups of ten to ascend the altar and see for ourselves."
"Let’s find out whom they are really worshiping!"
Shen Can finally spoke, turning around from his position facing away from the crowd.
Quite a few instinctively wanted to see what Shen Can looked like, but when they raised their heads, they were greeted by a golden brilliance, surging like an ocean.
It was a figure more capable of commanding golden flames than the Luwu they had seen before, standing at the heart of the golden firelight, exuding a presence that touched everyone’s spirit.
"Go and take a look."
Shen Can’s voice carried immense authority.
Those who had been frozen suddenly regained their senses, especially the Lords Bo, who felt as if their minds had just wandered off.
Quickly, the first group of ten ascended the altar, stepping into the Bird’s Nest Divine Hall.
Among these ten people, five hailed from the Blazing Flame, with the other five from different Bo Divisions.
"How dare you desecrate the Holy Spirit!"
Seeing some people heading directly towards the hall, the Holy Envoy Race martial artists who were kneeling and praying in the jungle couldn’t take it anymore.
This was the Holy Spirit Divine Hall; even within the Holy Envoy Race, ordinary members rarely set foot inside.
"The great Holy Spirit will mete out divine punishment, reducing you to mere ashes!"
A portion of the Holy Envoy Race martial artists began to rise, intending to rush towards the altar.
Yet the vast pressure fell once more, pinning them to the ground, unable to move.
Shen Can allowed only ten people to enter at a time, not because the Divine Hall was too small to hold many people, but because the stone statue at the entrance could only oversee ten individuals.
If too many went in at once and got trapped within the Profound Bird Divine Statue’s influence, they might not be able to return, which would be troublesome.
"Inside, they’re likely worshipping a bird-man. These bird-men capture people for sacrifices regularly, who knows what hideous image it is."
"Perhaps it’s a powerful sacrificial spirit. Look at these bird-men prostrating themselves, their eyes filled with such devotion. Such devotion is rarely seen even during our clan sacrifices."
While the crowd exchanged comments, the ten figures who entered the hall walked out looking somewhat dazed, their aura fluctuating as if having undergone a tremendous impact.
"What happened?"
"Lord Zhenyu, who do they worship inside?"
"Brother, what is the bird-man’s Holy Spirit like?"
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Seeing the state of these ten individuals, everyone had a look of doubt.
Divine treasure martial artists, even when defeated, would not look like this. And those who could become a Lord Bo, were they not always decisive in their own divisions?
They looked worse off than if they had been beaten up badly.
"Next group."
Shen Can’s voice rang out again.
Another ten people descended onto the altar, advancing towards the Bird’s Nest Divine Hall.
This time, the crowd fell silent, staring intently at those entering the hall.