Watching the sudden collapse of the three god statues, Chi Ling's expression became incredibly terrified in an instant.
At the same time, the space rippled slightly as a slightly hunched figure appeared directly beside Chi Ling.
It was a very old member of the Red Eye Race, the crimson eyes at his chin in a half-closed state, the aura of dusk around him sweeping over like ocean waves.
He was so old that merely standing there seemed to pull a person into the twilight of sunset.
Yet, seeing this figure, Chi Ling grasped at it as if it were a lifesaving straw, looking eagerly at the old man.
"Great Sacrifice!! What exactly happened, why did the god statues collapse, did the gods encounter some danger?"
Chi Ling spoke anxiously, the elder before him was the Great Sacrifice of the Red Eye Race, the oldest in the clan, holding the means to communicate with the gods.
Though not the leader, his status surpassed all, even the Supreme had to treat him with utmost respect.
