No one knew how much time had passed.
Then, the final scream rang out. First Qilin had fallen.
In an instant, the Qilin Ancestral Land was shrouded in an atmosphere of grief.
The spirit of fortune that symbolized the Qilin Clan immediately let out a mournful howl. Its cry pierced the skies and struck straight at the heart.
At the same time, the fortune of the entire Qilin Clan began to churn violently like raging ocean waves.
In merely a few breaths, more than ninety percent of it had been lost.
The Qilin Clan members fighting the Demonic Cult also sensed the anomaly and froze where they stood.
The Qilin Clan members looked at one another, seeing the shock and disbelief in each other's eyes.
Tears streamed uncontrollably from their eyes.
They trembled as they spoke in quavering voices. "Our clan... Clan Chief..."
The last two words reached their lips, but they simply could not say them.
Four-Unlike, in particular, seemed to have lost his mind. He kept muttering frantically, "Father... Father has fallen?"
"No... Impossible. How could Father have fallen?"
"It's fake! It's all fake!!"
The Dragon Clan and Phoenix Clan, even the Demonic Cult members, all gleaned something from the Qilin Clan's miserable state.
For a moment, the Dragon Clan and Phoenix Clan felt a bleak sense of shared doom, like the rabbit mourning the fox's death and the lips fearing for the teeth.
Yet in stark contrast, every member of the Demonic Cult wore a look of wild delight. They threw back their heads and roared, unable to suppress their excitement. Their joy was displayed openly across their faces.
"Long live the Demon Ancestor!!!" Cheers rose one after another, resounding through the skies.
"Long live the Demon Ancestor!"
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