Silence. There was nothing but dead silence throughout the area.
Yan Chihuo's last announcement was so shocking that it blew the minds of all one hundred thousand qi-trainers like a super crystal bomb.
The vast camp was absolutely quiet. It was not until three seconds later that hissing sounds soared to the sky.
That was because everyone had opened their mouth as wide as humanly possible and was gasping hard.
More than ten seconds later, shouts and curses occurred in the Burning Sun Tribe, the Feathered Snakes Tribe, and the Giant Axe Tribe.
The qi-trainers of the Furious Bears Tribe were more than angry. They called Yan Chihuo's name and condemned that he was talking nonsense.
The hair all over Wu Mayan's body was shivering. He crouched and could barely talk. "Father Xiong. He—he—he—"
