The patrol team, there's a dead person.
Eight witches, more than thirty Body Refinement practitioners.
The strength of the deceased is beyond doubt.
The number of warriors almost surrounding the Wan Mountains basin is not false.
Additionally, the panic on this warrior team indicates to Xie Tian that something big has happened.
Shi Quan, who had just gone to sleep, was summoned by the Priest of the large tribe.
Only returning three hours later, with an even more serious expression.
"Those people have come."
Upon hearing this, the faces of Shi Meng and other high-ranking members changed drastically.
"How dare they be unruly when worshipping the Ancestor Witch!"
"How many have come?"
"Have they infiltrated?"
...
Xie Tian was fortunate not to be chased away, thus he heard these exclamations.
Each exclamation clearly reflects everyone's tension and fear.
"Sorcery witch..."
While mulling over, Shi Quan kicked over.
"Get out, is this something you can hear?"
