."Using my blood, burning my body, I beseech the gods, may Lord Nine Spirits descend!"

As the high priest thrust the scepter into his heart, the remaining Hushi tribesmen also chanted the same words, plunging their sharp claws into their own hearts. Crimson blood gushed out in torrents, quickly spreading to saturate the entire altar.

With the scepter piercing his chest, the high priest's physical life rapidly ebbed away, seemingly absorbed by the scepter itself. Only his eyes grew increasingly bright.

As his chanting continued, a layer of dark red light began to emerge on the blood-soaked altar.

Soon, this light surged wildly, transforming into a dark red pillar of light thousands of feet high.

Within the pillar of light, a huge phantom of a strange beast emerged, gradually solidifying in the crimson light. It was none other than a desolate true spirit, massive as a mountain, with nine savage lion heads growing from its neck.

This lion's fur was a dark purple color, and the mane around its neck shimmered with a purple light, drifting gently like seaweed, resembling clusters of dark purple ghostly flames.

"Roar..."

The savage lion true spirit, named Nine Spirits, scanned the tragic scene at the valley entrance, its eyes widening in fury. All nine blood-red mouths roared simultaneously, a sound that shook the heavens.

Its roar was filled with anger and hatred, clearly reaching the height of shock and rage.

Unlike other tribes that worship true spirits, the Hushi tribe actually carried the bloodline of this true spirit. Therefore, their relationship with it was even closer. It could be said that the Hushi tribe were descendants of its bloodline.

"Shameless insect spirit, you seek death..." Nine Spirits roared, and the central head suddenly opened its mouth and inhaled.

An invisible suction force emerged, and the Hushi tribe's blood energy, previously scattered throughout the heavens and earth, was drawn by this force from all directions, surging into its mouth.

At the same time, multiple altars within the river valley, without being urged, began to operate on their own. The totem marks engraved on them shone brightly, and from them rose purple fire altars resembling bonfires.

Within the fire altars, there were scattered points of ghostly purple light, like fireflies, floating out and surging into Nine Spirits' mouth along with the gurgling blood energy.

Nine Spirits let out a series of low, hoarse roars, and the muscles around its body suddenly began to swell outwards. A layer of dark red scales appeared on its surface, and the mane around its neck doubled in length, its aura directly approaching the mid-stage of Taiyi.

Beneath the riverbed in the valley, Han Li sensed the change in this aura and muttered to himself with a slightly strange expression:

"This Hushi tribe is interesting. Their relationship with this true spirit seems a little different, somewhat similar to the ancestral god system of Black Wind Island. Relying on the bloodline nourishment and the prayer power contained in the altar, this true spirit might even have the power to fight that Gold Devouring Immortal."

"Really that powerful?" Jin Tong said with a skeptical expression.

"Not to mention the bloodline nourishment of those Hushi tribesmen earlier, no one knows how much totem prayer power has been accumulated in these altars. It definitely can't win, but it depends on to what extent it can fight," Han Li said slowly.

Hearing Han Li's words, a look of eagerness suddenly appeared on Jin Tong's face, showing an interest in watching the battle, which made Han Li not know whether to laugh or cry.

"Let's go." He raised his palm and slapped Jin Tong on the head.

The latter, hearing this, paused slightly, and then skillfully flipped his palm, taking out a Soul Armor Talisman and sticking it on his forehead.

Han Li also waved his hand to summon the White Jade Pixiu, ordering it to swallow Jin Tong, who had transformed into a golden beetle.

A moment later, a large wave suddenly burst open in the river within the valley, and a jade-green flying chariot broke through the waves and soared into the sky, instantly transforming into a streak of azure light and disappearing.

Outside the river valley, the Gold Devouring Immortal sensed Jin Tong's aura disappearing once again. Its eyes looked towards the sky, a hint of disgust flashing in its pupils. Its wings vibrated, and it was about to give chase.

Just then, a patch of ghostly purple light suddenly lit up in front of it. Streams of purple, towering flames surged from directly in front, turning into a blazing sea of fire, blocking its path.

The Gold Devouring Immortal's eyes turned, and it looked over to see Nine Spirits' central head opening its blood-red mouth and spewing out raging, towering flames.

The four heads on its left side simultaneously spewed out white whirlwinds, blowing the flames into huge vortexes, trapping the Gold Devouring Immortal in the center. The four heads on the other side spewed out a large amount of purple ghostly electricity, all of which surged into the flame vortexes.

Under the connection of the purple ghostly electricity, a very special but extremely powerful attraction force was generated between the hundreds of huge flame vortexes that connected the heavens and the earth, causing them to gather into a world-banishing formation that resembled a delicate ancient formation.

Anything trapped within would only feel its body and even its soul being pulled and suppressed by this force, unable to escape at all, only able to be trapped within, waiting for the flame vortexes to be pulled closer and closer by the purple ghostly electricity, and eventually being crushed and burned to death by this force.

At the same time, the hundreds of huge lion-bodied, eagle-headed beasts within the valley also flew out of the valley, surrounding the purple sea of fire, opening their mouths and howling, emitting waves of sound that impacted the Gold Devouring Immortal.

The Gold Devouring Immortal's eyes flashed with golden light, and it seemed to show a bit more seriousness. The wings on its back trembled violently, and a strange fluctuation rippled out from its body...

Dark Star Canyon.

In the cliff waterfall's main hall, the eight great saint tribe chiefs sat side-by-side on beast-hide chairs, while the chiefs of the other small and medium-sized tribes sat around in the lower seats. In the center, a bonfire burned brightly, crackling and popping.

"The King's injuries have recovered as before, so you can all rest assured," Nuo Qinglin, sitting in the main seat, said to everyone.

"The King's recovery is indeed a joyous event, but I really can't understand why that insect spirit hasn't taken the opportunity to attack. Could it be that the damage caused to it by that human is far beyond our imagination, so much so that it hasn't recovered yet?" Ze Wushi asked with some confusion.

"That's unlikely. If that human really had such great abilities, he wouldn't have left a fake body before and fled Dark Star Canyon in disgrace," Yin Mei said, shaking her head, white smoke curling around her body.

"That's right. If he really had such abilities, why would he be afraid to fight us while the King was injured?" Nuo Qinglin nodded, expressing his agreement.

"Clan Chief Qinglin, has the whereabouts of that human been found yet?" Hushi Clan Chief Yin Shen suddenly asked.

"Although the insect spirit hasn't actively attacked, the insect and beast tribes are still facing off, and a great battle is imminent. I can only send out a limited number of scouts, so it's difficult to find him in a short time," Nuo Qinglin glanced at him and said.

Hearing this, Yin Shen's face revealed a hint of dissatisfaction, and he was about to speak when he suddenly stopped, his mouth slightly open.

Then, he took out a palm-sized special bone, pierced his fingertip, and dropped a drop of blood onto it.

As the blood fell, a layer of hidden runes and totem marks quickly appeared on the bone.

Yin Shen held up the bone with both hands and placed it on his forehead, looking as if he were praying.

A moment later, his expression suddenly changed, and he abruptly stood up, knocking the beast-hide chair beneath him flying away and smashing into the ground, shattering into dust.

"Clan Chief Yin Shen, what is this..."

Nuo Qinglin knew that something major must have happened to make an old guy like Yin Shen so distraught.

"The insect spirit has attacked Red Snail River Valley..." Yin Shen seemed to have some difficulty accepting it for a moment and muttered.

"What? Did it lead its army to Red Snail River Valley?" Ze Wushi asked in surprise.

"It single-handedly attacked Red Snail River Valley. The Hushi tribe's guards, except for the old, weak, women, and children, have almost all died in battle. Even Lord Nine Spirits..." Yin Shen's eyes turned bloodshot as he said each word.

"No wonder the insect tribe's army didn't actively attack earlier. It turns out it..." Yin Mei said in realization.

"In that case, there's no insect spirit sitting in the insect tribe's army stationed outside Dark Star Canyon right now?" Night Owl Clan Chief Deng Gui suddenly asked.

The meaning of his words was clear: he hoped that the beast tribe's allied forces would take this opportunity to attack and crush the insect tribe in one fell swoop.

Hearing this, Yin Shen's eyes turned and looked at Deng Gui, his eyes full of anger. After a long time, he said, "The Hushi tribe can't accompany you in your grand plan to exterminate the insect tribe..."

"The insect spirit has descended on Red Snail River Valley, so the situation there is already clear. It's no use for Clan Chief Yin Shen to go back now. It's better to join forces with the other tribes to defeat the insect tribe and avenge your clansmen... I think everyone here is thinking the same way, right?" Deng Gui said, ignoring his gaze.

No one in the main hall responded, and the atmosphere seemed a bit awkward.

Although everyone was indeed thinking the same thing, no one was willing to say it directly.

"This tragic event is truly unexpected. Clan Chief Yin Shen can return to Red Snail River Valley as soon as possible to settle the affairs of your clan. The affairs of the allied forces can be put aside for now. If you need any help, just say the word, and my Youchen tribe will definitely assist you with all our strength," Nuo Qinglin stood up, folded his hands in front of his chest, bowed to him, and said earnestly.

"Lord Nine Spirits is severely injured and can no longer provide totem protection for our Hushi tribesmen. We can't play a big role in the army either, so we'll return to Red Snail River Valley first. As for the King..." Hearing this, Yin Shen's expression softened a little, and he returned a salute, saying.

"Clan Chief Yin Shen can rest assured. I will report the truth to Lord Su Liu and the King. They will definitely understand," Nuo Qinglin assured.

"Then I'll have to trouble you. Thank you," Yin Shen said absentmindedly, his mind no longer on the matter, and strode out of the main hall.

After he left, the other clan chiefs contacted their own clans through secret methods, and after confirming that their own clans had not been attacked by the insect spirit, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

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