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Facing this strange, terrifying howl.
Among the Holy Tribe present, almost only the Priest with white hair remained calm.
Her tone was even measured, "Ba Zhi, take the head of Xiang Shou over there. It's placed in my workshop, and I have already offered prayers for it."
Qing Ba Zhi clenched her teeth, wordlessly walking away.
This is tradition.
This is the tradition...
Qing Qishu and Qing Jiu Ye remained silent, their faces showing shame.
"Foreign young lad." The Priest looked at Jiang Wang, "Didn't you ask me what the plight of the Divine Shade Land is? We of the Holy Tribe have no choice but to have our young warriors fight each other to the death, and then the head of the warrior who dies in this contest... is presented as an offering; this is the predicament we face."
"What causes such a predicament?" Influenced by the oppressive atmosphere, Jiang Wang's voice was also hoarse, "Was it that cry just now?"
The aged Priest looked at him and told the following story—
