Booming sounds reverberated in the air and gradually disappeared. The black clouds in the sky were no longer there, turning into scattered wisps of fog that spread out in all directions. There were less than a hundred Sacred Bats left from the hundreds of them, and they retreated in all directions in the sky.
A large amount of flesh and blood fell from midair. The Shamans' Fiend Bow and the explosive attack from the aura of death could be said to be the Shamans' final strength. It was also because of this strength that they had been able to last fifteen years in this place!
However, the price they had to pay for this strength was also incredibly great. The Fiend Bow could only be used once, and it was not because the Enchanted Treasure was ineffective, but because there was no Battle Shaman who could draw the bow twice in a short period of time!
Each time they drew the bow, their bones would shatter as the price. They would need to heal their wounds, and then, as the people who were to be protected, they would play an important role in the next battle.
As for the impact from the aura of death gathered by the beast bone altar, this power could not be accumulated by humans. It could only be accumulated over time, and over the past fifteen years, Nan Gong Hen had only accumulated enough power to release it five times.
He could only gather it once every three years. There might be one more time left, but there was still a long way to go before the next three years.
"Send … the offering …" Nan Gong Hen lowered his head, unwilling to continue watching. He knelt down on one knee on the ground and clenched his fists. The people behind him also knelt down on one knee on the ground with grief on their faces.
Almost at the same time they knelt down, all the Shamans in the valley also knelt down in silence and grief. They were kneeling down towards the twenty Shamans.
These twenty Shamans were all old men. They flew up slowly and moved towards the screen of light. There was a sentimental smile on their faces. They were sentimental about their own fate, and they were smiling as they looked at their own people.
They were willing to become the offering, because they knew that they would not live for long. If their deaths could bring a period of peace to their people, then their deaths would be worthwhile.
As all the Shamans knelt down and worshiped them in grief, the twenty something old men shot through the screen of light and appeared outside the valley, charging towards the hundred something Sacred Bats who were still lingering in the sky and had not left.
The Sacred Bats roared and flew towards them, and a massacre began. There was no resistance in this massacre, only a bloody death.
When all the Shamans saw this scene, they fell silent, and their grief grew stronger.
When the twenty something old men were tortured to death by the Sacred Bats, the Sacred Bats spread their wings and flew into the distance.
Nan Gong Hen lifted his head. His eyes were bloodshot. They had been here for fifteen years and had fought against the Sacred Bats many times. They knew that this race in the World of Nine Yin loved to hunt. They usually came in large groups, and if they did not manage to hunt, they would not give up and would only come in greater numbers.
That was why the Shamans could only send out this so-called offering to satisfy the Sacred Bats' desire to hunt once they were slightly defeated. Only by doing so could they exchange for a few days of peace.
Besides, if they sent out their offerings without fighting, it would be useless. They had to injure or kill the Sacred Bats. Only then would it fit the Sacred Bats' hunting ritual.
This was something that Nan Gong Hen and the others who had been here for fifteen years all understood.
"We still sent out our tribesmen as sacrifices … We have a six-tenths chance of winning, but the price is too great …" the old woman behind Nan Gong Hen said in a low voice.
"Sixty-seven people died while maintaining the Rune, and the twenty people who willingly became sacrifices, we lost eighty-seven people this time.
"The Battle Shaman's Fiend Bow will need half a year before it can be used again. We don't have enough medicine to heal our wounds. We need to send someone to take the risk and go to Shaman City to search for medicine …
"The aura of death on the altar can only be used once more."
As Nan Gong Hen listened to the people behind him report the results of the battle, a dazed look gradually appeared on his face. Fifteen years ago, he did not manage to leave due to the drastic change. Instead, he stayed here and waited for the Shamans to save him. At that time, there were nearly ten thousand of them.
There were many Latter Shamans among them, but as they fought and killed, their numbers dwindled, and in the end, they split up and some of them went off to who knows where.
Gradually, due to his status, he became the leader of this place. He watched his tribesmen die one after another, and up until now, his future was filled with confusion. He did not know where it was …
'Perhaps the world outside has already forgotten about us … Perhaps the Catastrophe of the Eastern Wastelands has already happened and the world outside has gone through a drastic change, and no one remembers that we still exist in the World of Nine Yin.
'Perhaps we will never be able to leave this place and can only die in battle … Where is the future?' Nan Gong Hen's face was ancient and he sighed in his heart. However, at the instant he looked towards the sky in the midst of his confusion, his expression immediately changed drastically.
Besides him, the dozen something people behind him also had their expressions change. In fact, there were quite a number of Shamans in the valley who also looked at the sky with terror and shock on their faces the instant they saw it.
Nan Gong Hen saw with his own eyes that there was a black fog that was several times larger than the black clouds from before in the distance. It was rolling towards them, and the Sacred Bats that would occasionally show themselves in the fog were a terrifying sight to behold!
By the looks of it, there were nearly a thousand of them!
They were heading towards the valley!
"I see Violet Thread Sacred Bats. There are … a lot of them. This has never happened before. In the past, once a batch of them scattered, they would only start hunting again after at least half a year!
"There are so many Violet Thread Sacred Bats here, and there must be Golden Thread Sacred Bats among them. The chances of us winning this battle are practically zero. Even if all our tribesmen keep the Rune running, we won't be able to last for long!
"Activate the protection Rune at full force! Prepare the aura of death to charge forward! Have the backup Battle Shamans with Fiend Bows draw their Fiend Bows even if they die!
"If they're just passing by, then it's fine. If they're not, then tell all our tribesmen … that it's time for the final battle. We've waited fifteen years for this moment of life and death, and it's finally here!" Nan Gong Hen said in a low voice with a grim expression on his face.
Once Nan Gong Hen said these words, someone immediately passed down the order. At that moment, all the Shamans on the Rune in the valley had resolute looks on their faces. They sat down cross-legged in the Rune and offered up all their strength.
Within the cave abodes in the valley, the Shamans stood silently at the edges of their cave abodes and looked at the sky. They wiped off the fog on their bodies and circulated their cultivation bases with resolute looks on their faces!
Some of the children who were born during the past fifteen years were in their mothers' arms and looked outside. They looked at their fathers, and fear appeared in their pure eyes, but there was an even greater desire to die together with their fathers.
There were also quite a number of old men who stood outside their cave abodes. Their ancient faces were filled with the signs of time as they looked at the sky, prepared to use their deaths in exchange for their dignity.
All the Shamans looked at the sky and watched the black fog tumbling about. They wanted to know whether they were just passing by or whether their target was where the Shamans were.
The instant the black fog stopped in midair above the valley, all the Shamans who saw this understood that the time for the final battle had arrived!
Nan Gong Hen gritted his teeth and madness appeared in his eyes. He watched as the black fog stopped for a moment, then suddenly, as if it had exploded, hundreds of howling Sacred Bats descended from it. The instant these people charged down, Nan Gong Hen let out a low roar.
His body suddenly rushed out, and behind him, more than ten followers also rushed out.
"If we fight, we will die. If we don't fight, we will still die. But if we fight, we will die without regrets!
"We've waited for fifteen years, but the reinforcements from the outside world have never come. Perhaps they've already forgotten about us and given up on us. Where is the future? It's in our hands!
"We won't wait anymore. We want to fight a great battle. If we win this battle by a stroke of luck, then we will no longer be Shamans. We will form our own tribe! "We will control our own fate and pursue our own future. If outsiders won't save us, then we will save ourselves. From now on, we will call ourselves Fated Kin!" Nan Gong Hen lifted his right hand and seized the air. Immediately, a long spear manifested in his hand.
"Fated Kin!"
"From now on, we are no longer Shamans, we are Fated Kin!" Low roars came from the mouths of all the Shamans in the valley.
"Aura of Death Impact!" As Nan Gong Hen roared, the aura of death in the entire valley immediately gathered together once again and turned into a powerful impact that charged upwards. It shot through the protective screen of light and crashed into the incoming Sacred Bats. The instant booming sounds surged into the sky and reverberated in the air, Nan Gong Hen let out a loud roar.
"Fated Kin, we'll kill them!"
One figure after another rose up in the valley. This rise was like the rise of a nation. It was a kind of crazed struggle in the face of oppression, under the shroud of death, after fifteen years of waiting. It was a cry of unwillingness, a release that disregarded everything!
Besides some Shamans who were still maintaining the operation of the Rune and protecting the children in the valley who were still sitting cross-legged on the Rune and channeling their power into it, more than five hundred Shamans rushed out of the valley and engaged in a battle of life and death against the Sacred Bats who were being attacked by the aura of death!
"You overestimate yourselves!" A cold harrumph reverberated in the black fog in the sky, and as the black fog spread outwards, ten Sacred Bats with a distinct purple line at the center of their brows walked out. Behind them was a gigantic Sacred Bat that was fifty feet tall with a golden line at the center of his brows!
With a cold harrumph, he lifted his right hand and pushed downwards. With it, the aura of death that was charging towards him immediately froze, then exploded with a bang and spread out in all directions, causing a large amount of its power to instantly dissipate.
"The Sacred Ancestor is about to awaken! Kill all the tribes from the world outside and offer them up as sacrifices! We Sacred Bats will be taking this Nine Sacred Altar!"
More Sacred Bats charged towards the Shamans as they roared in excitement!
It was also at that moment that Su Ming walked towards them with a calm expression in the sky not too far away from them. The small snake on his shoulder lifted its head and stared straight ahead before letting out a hiss.
Su Ming frowned. When he took a step forward, his speed instantly increased exponentially, stirring up a piercing sound that sliced through the air.
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