Beyond the gate built from the bones of gigantic Totem Beasts stood rows upon rows of scarlet battle flags.
Four Bloodhoof emblems occupied the four corners of the flags, representing the Minotaurs, centaurs, Boar People, and Mammoth Men—the four strongest settlements of the Bloodhoof Clan.
At the center was a shattered skull, symbolizing the Bloodhoof Clan's valor: they would surely trample those Holy Light Barbarians of the north until not a scrap of armor remained.
Passing through the rows of battle flags, the captives who had luckily escaped the Wild Buffalo River's maw were deeply shaken by the enormous Mandala Tree before them, unable to stop gasping one after another.
Ye Zi had never seen such an enormous Mandala Tree.
Compared to this colossal Mandala Tree, at least dozens of arm-spans—no, hundreds of arm-spans—tall, the so-called "tree kings" growing from the cliffs back home were nothing more than babbling children.
Under ordinary circumstances, the abundant fruit borne by this Mandala Tree, too thick for even a dozen Turan People to encircle, should have been enough to feed the entire village for half a year.
Yet now, not a single golden-yellow fruit could be seen amid its lush, flourishing crown.
All they could see were brilliantly colored flowers blooming in fierce competition, releasing rainbow-like spores into the air.
The trunk and branches of the giant tree were draped in red and green, wrapped all over with wind chimes polished from Totem Beast bones.
When the wind blew, they gave off fine, ethereal chimes, like the commands and summons of ancestral spirits.
Before the giant tree stood an altar, likewise built from Totem Beast bones.
It used the most ferocious yet exquisite skulls of Totem Beasts, upon which profound and intricate totems had naturally grown, containing mysterious power and faintly exuding a