The once arrogant Xiaoyang, now dragged to the Ancestral Temple one by one to become sacrificial offerings.
As the tribe formed from the remnants of Ji Land's various clans, the tribesmen present could feel it deeply.
Thud!
As the Xiaoyang were dragged to the reserved space in front of the Ancestral Temple, Shen Can raised his hand high, the Simurgh Blade transforming into a stream of light from the sky, piercing through the Xiaoyang at the forefront.
The Simurgh Blade, like a streak of light, pierced consecutively through hundreds of Xiaoyang, then shimmered with blood light as it returned to Shen Can's hand.
Thud, thud!
Instantly, the clan soldiers escorting the Xiaoyang raised their heavy blades and began to swing.
The Witch Priests' incantations grew faster and faster, the sound of chanting began to resound in the ears of the tribesmen, gradually drowning out the cries of the Xiaoyang.
