Powerful Primal Force fluctuations permeated heaven and earth, pressing down from the summit of the Holy Mountain.
It was like a deity unleashing heavenly might upon the creatures below, vast and overwhelming.
Within the tribe, the Grand Elder and the others had no mind to return indoors. They had all gathered in the open space outside, looking toward the Holy Mountain.
Unable to withstand the terrifying pressure, they all fell to their knees, their faces filled with horror.
Some were even trembling all over, unable to stop.
"What happened?"
"Has the Light Mother become angry?"
"Will we be punished?"
"God, please save us."
Panic spread among the ordinary Light Fuzz Spirits. Faced with such overwhelming might, they had nothing left but fear.
Some Light Fuzz Spirits prayed silently, begging the God of Light they worshipped to save them.
The Grand Elder and the others were deeply worried, concerned both for Wang Teng and the others' safety and for the upheaval atop the Holy Mountain.
The Holy Mountain was their sacred ground. Even though problems had arisen over the years, they still regarded it as sacred.
If the sacred ground ceased to exist, their faith would collapse.
That was something the Light Fuzz Spirit race could not accept.
Therefore, nothing could happen to the Holy Mountain.
At the summit of the Holy Mountain.
Wang Teng and Fei Liya ultimately did not flee. Their expressions were solemn as they looked at the "Light Mother," whose rage had already gone off the charts, their gazes growing grave.
As her aura erupted, the "Light Mother" also bloomed with brilliant white radiance, truly resembling a deity.
Her pale golden eyes became even colder.
Boom!
A violent roar rang out. Countless vines suddenly surged wildly from her main body, sweeping toward Wang Teng and Fei