WHOOSH~
This was a battle without death!
But a victor had finally emerged.
The Priest, with his decaying steps, walked to the front of the stage and placed a crown woven from green leaves on Huozhuang's head.
"Very good, child,"
"Go, stand in the place that belongs to a warrior."
"In the name of the King, receive the grace of the gods."
Huozhuang glanced excitedly at Shi Ming. Seeing his mentor's nod of approval from afar, he followed the Priest's lead to the center of the altar.
The Priest touched the black circle at the center with his Magic Staff.
That's right—he was the only Awakened Shi Ming had found in this tribe.
Strange array patterns spread out from the black circle, and 72 totems lit up in sequence. Even from a distance, Shi Ming could sense a strange familiarity within those abstract totems.
The array patterns lit up one by one, but they seemed to be losing momentum.
There wasn't enough power.
"Alas!"
The Priest sighed.
