Thirty miles to the east of the White Blood Tribe, in a tribe on a vast grassland, the smell of gunpowder was thick.
This was the Yan Tribe. Five hundred years ago, Long Chen was saved by the Yan Tribe when he tore the space crack.
After Long Chen escaped from the Saint, he never came to the Yan Tribe again. After five hundred years of development, the current Yan tribe had changed its appearance.
In the tribe hall, Yan Li, who had become the chief, had matured a lot. Every word he said showed the demeanor of a chief of a tribe.
"One blood crystal every month. Our tribe has already handed it over to the three big tribes. Why do we still need it?" Yan Li looked at the two men in black standing in front of Yan Li in the tribe hall and said with conviction. One of the two men in black laughed and said, "Chief Yan, you're right. Your tribe has indeed handed over a blood crystal. However, due to an accident on the way, your blood crystal wasn't sent to the Saint. Therefore, you still need to hand over another blood crystal this month. Don't delay the important matters of the Saint. Take note that this time, you'll hand it over directly to the Saint. There's no need to send it to the three big tribes. Also, be careful when you're escorting the blood crystal.
If you don't send it to the Saint, haha, then you still haven't handed over the blood crystal this month! " Yan Li's face trembled as he said slowly, "That's impossible. Our tribe's warriors were severely injured when they besieged the Blood Demons for a blood crystal. I'm sure you know that it's not easy to kill the Blood Demons. Let's gather another one.
Our tribe can't do it! " Hearing the resolute words in his eyes, the black-clothed man's expression changed. He said angrily, "Chief Yan, don't forget the treaty between our Holy Church and your tribe hundreds of years ago. The Yan tribe has to hand over a blood crystal to the Holy Church every month.
The Saint will protect your tribe. For hundreds of years, no other tribe has ever caused trouble for your Yan Tribe. Don't forget that it's all thanks to the Saint! " Before Yan Li could reply, another black-clothed man continued, "Let's not talk about the fact that your tribe has already handed in one blood crystal for this month. Even if your tribe has already handed in five blood crystals, if our Sacred Sect needs them, your tribe has to hunt blood demons.
Hand over the blood crystals! "
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Li's face was filled with anger.
If it was the Yan Li from five hundred years ago, he would have already fought with these two men in black. But now, Yan Li couldn't.
It wasn't that he didn't dare. It was just that there were too many things that Yan Li had to worry about.
He was the chief of the tribe. His every move represented the Yan tribe. In front of the powerful Saint, no matter how dissatisfied Yan Li was, he had to swallow his anger for the sake of the big picture.
At this time, Yan Li couldn't help but think of Long Chen and Long Chen's actions five hundred years ago.
He fought against the Saint Sect alone, shaking the universe. Even though there were millions of people, he was fearless!
How cool and unrestrained was this? How heroic was this? But now, Yan Li could only be envious. Long Chen's soul was destroyed in that battle. The Saint Sect was the dominant force. The Yan tribe had no choice but to submit to the Saint Sect in order to survive. As the chief of the tribe, Yan Li had to tuck his tail between his legs and obey the Saint Sect's orders.
This matter.
Because of this, the Saint Sect grew stronger and stronger. Their control over the tribe also grew stronger.
When they signed the humiliating treaty, it stipulated that the Yan tribe had to hand over one blood crystal to the Saint Sect every month without fail.
Because of this condition, countless warriors of the Yan tribe died in the hands of blood demons in the past few hundred years.
The Saint Sect challenged Yan Li's bottom line again and again. This time, the black-clothed man in front of him directly stated the Saint Sect's attitude towards the Yan tribe. This completely angered Yan Li!
"I've said it before. According to the treaty, we have already handed over one blood crystal every month. If the two of you need more blood crystals, please come back next month. I won't send you off!" Yan Li said resolutely.
The black-clothed man laughed and said, "Chief Yan, do you not understand? I'm warning you for the last time. If you do as I said and hand over the blood crystals before the day after tomorrow, the Yan tribe will still be intact!" Yan Li was furious and said coldly, "Then I'll say it for the last time. The Yan tribe can't do what you said. Don't challenge my bottom line again and again. If the Saint Sect continues to be so unreasonable, from next month onwards, the Yan tribe will no longer be able to do anything.
The Saint Sect will not hand over a single blood crystal! "
"How dare you!" The black-clothed man roared. A Hong Meng Primordial Spirit whizzed out and emitted a strong pressure in the hall.
At this moment, many Yan tribesmen were gathered outside the hall, quietly watching what was happening inside.
The Yan tribe was ranked last among the many tribes in the polar region of Hong Meng. In the past 500 years, killing a Blood Demon every month had consumed too much of the Yan tribe's strength.
Today, the Yan tribe relied on Yan Li's strength as a Chaotic Prime in Hong Meng to support the tribe.
Now that Yan Li and the Saint Sect had completely fallen out, the people of the Yan tribe were not afraid. Immediately, a group of tribe members rushed into the hall while shouting.
"Chief, our tribe has had enough over the years. As long as you give the order, we will rebel against this bullsh * t Saint Sect!" A strong man from the tribe said.
As soon as he finished speaking, the group of tribe members agreed.
Seeing this, the black-clothed man was not afraid. He said slowly, "Chief Yan, I'll say this first. Don't let your emotions affect your decisions. Destroying a small tribe like the Yan tribe is just like stepping on an ant to the Saint Sect!"
Hearing this, Yan Li suppressed his anger and turned to the people who rushed into the hall. He said, "Leave, I still need to talk to them." "Chief!" The burly man from before shouted, "We can't continue to be entangled with them. If we don't act decisively, we'll be in trouble. Killing a Blood Demon every month isn't something our Yan Tribe can bear. In the long run, our Yan Tribe will be in trouble.
If this continues, we will be destroyed sooner or later. Rather than that, we might as well take a gamble! "
Yan Li was very conflicted. Looking at the Hong Meng Primordial Spirit formed by the black-clothed man, Yan Li slowly thought of retreating.
The black-clothed man was right. The Saint Sect was too powerful. To them, the Yan tribe was just like an ant.
"Yan tribe leader, hurry up and make a decision. Do you really need someone else to make a decision for you in the Yan tribe? You are the chief! "The black-clothed man laughed.
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