As they passed through the street market, all the Green Fox clansmen on the street knelt on the ground.
In front of them was a spacious plaza. In the middle of the plaza, there was an altar made of green and white stones that was 50 feet tall.
On the altar, a ball of pale yellow flames rose.
The flames were silent, and the surrounding void seemed to be burned into an illusion.
Be it in terms of scale or strength, the clan here was much stronger than the Lynx Clan.
The power of this bloodline flame was also much stronger.
Xiang Lingshuang stood on the bluestone square. Around him, figures were kneeling on the ground.
On Xiang Lingshuang's shoulder, the little white fox stood up, bowed slightly, and jumped up.
"Buzz!"
A wind blade appeared from behind the altar and slashed at the little white fox.
Xiang Lingshuang's eyes widened. He clenched his fists and punched out.
"Bang!"
