Chapter 676 - 273: Sense of Crisis!
Lived for most of his life, and fought against the Huantou Race for most of it too, but never had he fought such a battle.
Elder Lord Changhuan was a bit confused.
How could it be so vulnerable?
Lord Jishan was also looking at the strategic map on the sand table, seeing that the Martial Artists of the Blazing Flame Bo Division were like wild beasts unleashed, each of them charged with immense vigor.
Now, wanting to call them back seems impossible.
"Gentlemen, it seems sending a message to the Alliance Leader is necessary."
Thinking it over, Lord Jishan decided it was best to transmit the news back; the clan’s Martial Artists were like steeds without reins, and at this pace, they’d charge straight into the ancestral land of the Huantou Race.
Currently, from the Blazing Flame Bo Division to the Southern Border Celestial Eye Mountain Pass, the clan-made Communication Witch Artifact couldn’t achieve direct messaging and required two transits en route.
The towering Communication Witch Tower, standing three hundred meters tall, resembled a mountain ridge, shimmering golden under the sun.
When Lord Jishan invested his Divine Sense into the Communication Witch Tower, he immediately sensed the densely packed Witch Rune Spirit Ban within, as deep as an abyss.
The two transmission points in Yongyi were located at the border of Yun and Yu, and the border of Yu and Ji, each guarded by Divine Treasure Martial Artists, over a hundred Wizards maintaining them.
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Blazing Flame Bo Division.
In the vast area to the east of the Guest Reception Hall, a new complex of palaces is being constructed, which will be the Tribe Alliance’s residence, where the Execution Elder will be stationed permanently to handle alliance affairs.
Though the power to command troops from the Bo Lords has been temporarily withheld, they are Divine Treasure Martial Artists to whom one cannot turn a blind eye; they must be utilized.
To address the elders’ concerns about their Bo Divisions, the Blazing Flame Bo Division has started constructing Communication Witch Towers in each major Bo Division’s location.
"Clan Leader, a transmission from the Southern Border has arrived."
Upon receiving the transmission, Huo Zhang immediately sought out Huo Shan.
"Has the battle commenced?"
Huo Shan asked, showing no concern for the Southern Border’s battle situation, as it was merely an appetizer before the battle of Dai Land.
The investment of Blazing Flame in the Southern Border was beyond imagination, even including Shen Can’s avatar cultivating there.
"Yes, the clansmen sent to the Southern Border have gone berserk."
Huo Zhang handed a mulberry paper documenting the message to Huo Shan; with the Communication Witch Artifact requiring transitional transmission, additional content needs separate delivery, hence the documentation.
After glancing at the paper’s content, Huo Shan wanted to comment but found no words.
Too many within the clan are stuck before the Divine Treasure stage; even if using all the available resources, without acquiring more from outside, only a mere few tens or hundreds can be promoted.
Evidently, these young clansmen also understand that relying on the clan’s arrangements isn’t feasible; taking the initiative for a prosperous life is better.
Indeed, they’ve managed to fleece the Huantou Race.
Having read the paper’s content, Huo Shan spoke: "Tonight, gather the clan elders for a discussion."
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Holy Envoy Race Clan Land.
Back when he went to the Holy Envoy Race, he took out two guardian Holy Envoy Race members at the door, plus two of their Witch Priests.
Incidentally shattering the Divine Sense of the Tier Five Feather Formation Holy Envoy Race guarding the Divine Hall entrance, merging the remaining Soul Power to form an avatar.
Though the Profound Bird Stone Statue avatar couldn’t move positions, it could watch the Holy Envoy Race’s every move.
This was due to not smashing the Divine Statue with a single palm strike initially, causing the Holy Envoy Race not to realize their clan land had changed.
Subsequently, when clansmen went to the Divine Hall to worship, the missing Great Witches and guarding Divine Treasure individuals were excused by the statue avatar with the reason of searching for the Tier Five Grand Witch Priest.
Thus, Holy Envoy Race’s clansmen didn’t suspect anything.
With no Tier Four Great Witch left, a few Tier Three Wizards took over cleaning and offering at the Divine Hall.
Frankly, those two Great Witches taken down didn’t understand how to sacrifice to the Holy Spirit, let alone these Tier Three Holy Envoy Race Wizards.
At most, they’d bow a few times before the Profound Bird Divine Statue.
At this moment.
Regardless of age or gender, all Holy Envoy Race’s clanspeople emerged from their nests on trees, prostrating beneath the altar, each devoutly worshiping.
"Useless, how did the Great Witch Priest host it back then!"
At the Divine Hall entrance, the statue avatar rebuked several Tier Three Witch Priests.
These Witch Priests wore mournful expressions, clueless.
"Ancestor, we don’t know either!"
Yun Sheng spoke, a Tier Three Peak Wizard and the highest-ranking among the Witch Priests.
Even though ’Feather Formation’ hasn’t restored its strength, he remains a revered ancestor within the currently lowly Holy Envoy Race.
"Do it as it was done before!"
The statue avatar spoke.
Holy Envoy Race, apart from the once-every-two-centuries Great Sacrifice, frequently holds sacrifices as a clan custom.
These sacrifices seem more like offerings of devotion.
Each requires collective participation, from Divine Treasure to infants, it’s mandatory.
This has become habitual.
At present, Holy Envoy Race’s clanspeople prostrate under the altar, extending deep into the jungle.
Distant clansmen from the altar, some knelt directly beneath their nests, bowing in alignment with the altar.
Each chanting the sacrifice scriptures.
The scriptures primarily praise the greatness of the Holy Spirit, how Holy Envoy Race gained the Holy Spirit’s blessings leading to such prosperity, beseeching the great and almighty Holy Spirit, in view of the devoted faith of humble servants, to grant favor.
Almighty, humble servants... Hearing these words, Shen Can sneered coldly.
The Human Race should rely on their own efforts instead of seeking some nonsense external power, even forsaking the essence of being the Human Race due to this so-called blessing.