The dazzling golden light flickered, and the surrounding ripple force was also tinged with strands of gold.
At this moment, because of the construction of the Sacrificial Spirit Hall, many clan members of the Sacrificial Fire Tribe were nearby, and such a strange sight attracted considerable attention.
Qi Chuan was directing from the side, and he ran over in large strides to Ding Yang, asking, "Ding Yang, what's happening?!"
As he asked, he reached out his right hand, attempting to touch the ripple.
On the ripple, golden light shimmered.
At the touch, a barrier force was felt, preventing others from entering.
"Clan Leader, I'm not sure either."
Ding Yang shook his head, a thoughtful look crossing his face, "The little guy was fine before, and suddenly became like this."
"But..."
