"With my blood, I burn my body. I ask the Gods to descend upon us, Lord Nine Spirits!"
At the same time that the High Priest pierced the staff into his own chest, the remaining members of the Hu Lion Tribe also chanted the same words, and pierced their sharp claws into their own chests. A large amount of scarlet blood gushed out, and quickly spread out, dyeing the entire altar red.
The High Priest's chest was stabbed with the staff. The vitality of his flesh body was quickly being absorbed by the staff. Only his eyes were growing brighter.
As he continued to chant, a layer of dark red light began to appear on the altar that was dyed red with blood.
Soon, this layer of light crazily expanded and turned into a dark red pillar of light that was thousands of feet tall.
Within the pillar of light, the shadow of a huge strange beast appeared and gradually turned into a solid form in the dark red light. It was a Savage True Spirit that was as large as a mountain and had nine lion heads on its neck.
The lion's fur was dark purple and the mane on its neck flickered with a purple light. It floated leisurely like water plants and looked like clumps of dark purple flames.
This Savage Lion True Spirit, called Nine Spirits, swept its gaze over the miserable situation at the entrance of the valley. Its eyes instantly widened and its nine bloody mouths let out a heaven-shaking roar at the same time.
Its roar was filled with anger and hatred. It was obvious that it was extremely angry.
Different from the other clans that worshipped the True Spirit, the members of the Hu Lion Clan had the bloodline of the True Spirit, so their relationship with it was even closer. It could be said that the members of the Hu Lion Clan were its bloodline descendants.
"Shameless Spirit Insect, you're courting death …" After Nine Spirits roared, it suddenly opened its mouth and sucked in a breath.
An invisible suction force appeared from within and the blood qi of the Hu Lion Clan that was scattered in the world was instantly pulled by this force. It gathered from all directions and surged into its mouth.
At the same time, there were many altars in the valley. Without anyone controlling them, they began to move on their own. The totem markings engraved within them shone brightly and purple altars that looked like bonfires rose from them.
Within the fire altar, there were specks of dark purple light that floated out like fireflies. Along with the gurgling blood energy, they flowed into the nine spirits' mouths.
Low, hoarse roars came from Jiu Ling's mouth as his muscles suddenly began to swell. A layer of dark red scales emerged on the surface of his body, and the mane on his neck doubled in length. His aura was approaching that of a mid-stage Primordial Immortal.
At the bottom of the valley, Han Li sensed the change in the aura. His expression changed slightly, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself,
"This Hu Shi clan is rather interesting. Their relationship with the truesoul seems to be somewhat different. It's somewhat similar to Blackwind Island's Elder God system.
With the support of the bloodline and the power of prayer contained in the altar, this true spirit might be able to fight against that Gold Devourer. "
"Is he really that powerful?" Jin Tong asked doubtfully.
"Let's not talk about the bloodline of the Lion Tribe first. No one knows how much totem prayer power is stored in these altars. There's no way we can beat them. Let's see how far we can go," said Han Li slowly.
Upon hearing Han Li's words, Jin Tong's face suddenly lit up with a hint of eagerness.
A trace of eagerness suddenly appeared on Jin Tong's face as if he wanted to watch the battle. Han Li didn't know whether to laugh or cry upon seeing this.
"Let's go," he said as he raised his palm and slapped Jin Tong's head.
The latter paused for a moment when he heard this, then flipped his palm skillfully, took out a Soul Armor Talisman, and stuck it on his forehead.
Han Li also waved his hand to summon the white-jade Pixiu and ordered it to swallow Jin Tong, who had turned into a golden beetle.
A moment later, a huge wave suddenly burst out of the river in the valley. A jade flying carriage broke through the waves and soared into the sky. In an instant, it turned into a beam of green light and disappeared.
Outside the valley, Gold Devourer sensed that Jin Tong's aura had disappeared again. He looked up into the sky with a look of disgust in his eyes. He flapped his wings and was about to give chase.
At this moment, a dark purple light suddenly lit up in front of him, and a monstrous purple flame surged from the front, turning into a blazing sea of fire, blocking his way.
Golden Devourer turned his eyes and looked over. He saw that the head in the middle of the nine spirits had its mouth wide open, spewing out monstrous flames.
White whirlwinds gushed out from the mouths of the four heads on the left at the same time, swirling the flames into a huge whirlpool, trapping Golden Immortal Devourer in the middle. On the other side, a large amount of purple lightning surged out from the mouths of the four heads on the other side, pouring into the whirlpool of flames.
Under the connection of the purple lightning, the hundreds of huge fiery vortexes that connected the sky and the earth produced a very special but extremely powerful attractive force, causing them to gather into a forbidden world that looked like an exquisite ancient formation.
Everything that was trapped within would only feel their bodies and souls being pulled and suppressed by this force, and they were utterly unable to escape. They could only be trapped within and wait for the flame vortex to be pulled closer and closer by the purple lightning. In the end, they would be crushed and burned to death by this force.
At the same time, hundreds of huge strange beasts with lion bodies and eagle heads flew out of the valley and surrounded the purple sea of fire. They opened their mouths and roared, emitting bursts of sound waves that rushed toward Golden Devourer.
Golden Devourer's eyes flickered with golden light. He seemed to finally have a serious look. The wings on his back trembled violently, and a layer of strange fluctuations rippled from his body …
In the main hall of the cliff waterfall, the patriarchs of the eight sacred clans sat next to each other on large leather chairs, while the patriarchs of the other small and medium-sized tribes sat in a circle. There was a bonfire in the middle, burning brightly and crackling.
"His Majesty's injuries have recovered. Everyone can rest assured." Nuo Qinglin, who was sitting in the main seat, said to everyone.
"His Majesty's recovery is indeed a joyous occasion, but I really don't understand why the Spiritual Insects didn't take this opportunity to attack us.
Could it be that the damage caused by that human is far beyond our imagination, so that it still hasn't recovered? "Ze Wushi asked doubtfully.
"That's not very likely. If that human was really that powerful, he wouldn't have left behind a fake body and fled the Dark Star Canyon." Yin Mei shook her head and said with white smoke curling around her body.
"That's right. If he really was that powerful, why would he be afraid to fight us when his Majesty is injured?" Nuo Qinglin nodded in agreement.
"Patriarch Qinglin, have you found out where that human is?" Patriarch Hu Shi, Yin Shen, suddenly asked.
"Although the Spiritual Insects haven't attacked us, the Insect Clan and the Beast Clan are still in a stalemate. The battle could break out at any moment. The number of people I can send to investigate is limited, so it's difficult to find him in a short time." Nuo Qinglin looked at him and said.
Hearing this, Yin Shen's face revealed some dissatisfaction. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly opened his mouth and stopped.
Then, he took out a palm-sized piece of specially made white bone, bit his fingertip, and dripped a drop of blood onto it.
As the blood dripped, a layer of mysterious runes and totem markings appeared on the white bone.
Yin Shen held the white bone with both hands and placed it on his forehead, as if he was praying.
After a short moment, his expression abruptly changed, and he suddenly stood up on the spot, causing the beast skin chair beneath him to be blasted flying. The chair smashed onto the ground and shattered into powder with a bang.
"Patriarch Yin Shen, what are you …"
Nuo Qinglin knew that for an old man like Yin Shen to lose his composure like this, something big must have happened.
"The Spiritual Insects have attacked the Red Conch River Valley …" Yin Shen seemed to find it hard to accept and mumbled.
It led the army to the Red Conch River Valley? "Ze Wushi said in shock.
"It killed its way to the Red Conch River Valley alone. Other than the old, the weak, the women, and the children, the rest of the people of the Hu Shi Clan died in battle. Even Lord Jiu Ling …" Yin Shen's eyes were bloodshot as he said word by word.
"No wonder the Insect Clan army didn't attack us earlier. It was …" Yin Mei said in realization.
"So, there are no Spiritual Insects in the Insect Clan army stationed outside the Dark Star Canyon?" Genie, the leader of the Night Owl Clan, suddenly asked.
The meaning of his words was obvious. He hoped that the Beast Clan Alliance Army would take this opportunity to attack and defeat the Insect Clan.
When Yin Shen heard this, he turned to look at the genie. His eyes were filled with anger. After a long time, he said, "Everyone, please forgive the Hu Shi Clan for not being able to accompany you in your plan to defeat the Insect Clan …"
"The Spiritual Insects have arrived at the Red Conch River Valley. It's clear what's going on there. It doesn't matter whether Patriarch Yin Shen returns or not. It's better to defeat the Insect Clan with the other clans and take revenge for our clansmen … I think everyone here should have the same thought, right?" The genie ignored his gaze and said.
No one in the hall responded. The atmosphere was a little awkward.
Although everyone had the same thought, no one was willing to say it out loud.
"It's really unexpected for such a tragedy to happen.
Patriarch Yin Shen, you should return to the Red Conch River Valley as soon as possible.
You don't have to worry about the alliance army for now. If there's anything you need help with, just let me know. The Serene Chen Clan will do our best to help. "Nuo Qinglin stood up, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and bowed to him.
"Lord Jiu Ling is seriously injured. He can no longer provide the totem protection for the Hu Shi Clan. We won't be of much use if we stay in the army. Let's return to the Red Conch River Valley first.
As for the king … "When Yin Shen heard this, his expression eased a little, and he bowed back to him.
"Patriarch Yin Shen, don't worry. I will report to Lord Su Liu and the king. They will definitely understand." Nuo Qinglin promised.
"Then I'll have to trouble you. Thank you."
Yin Shen's mind was not here. He thanked Nuo Qinglin in a daze and strode out of the hall.