Three days, then another three.
Before he knew it, counting the time spent traveling at the beginning, Su Mo had already been in the Gambling Duel Space for twelve days.
During the day, although he was the chief of the Flame Fist Tribe, he never left his quarters, spending all his time in the chief's hut reading books.
At night, restricted by the rules of the duel, he had to go to the Sea of Divinity and rest on the cramped island.
It was worth mentioning that as Tang Ma's level of faith rose, the island's area had also expanded considerably.
The entire Tian Yuan Island now covered a full 1.5 square meters, finally giving him enough room to lie down comfortably.
Under this "fulfilling" lifestyle, the Revenge Alliance's second summons soon arrived.
This time, it was not only Priest Yu Ying of the Red Rain Tribe, but also Level One Priest Li Hongfeng of the neighboring Di Long Tribe and Level Two Priest Peter Yang of the Sen Shi Tribe, one of the seven great tribes of Bamboo Stone Pit!
The three of them had come together, making their intentions perfectly clear.
No matter what excuse the Flame Fist Tribe had today, it had to attend the alliance meeting.
"It's unbelievable. This tiny Flame Fist Tribe doesn't even have a share of Divine Ore, yet it managed to produce a Level Two Priest. Could Tang Ma have obtained a new divine art?!"
Standing at the entrance of the Flame Fist Tribe's cave, Peter Yang looked down at the tribe inside and clicked his tongue in wonder.
"Probably not. Tang Ma has been a priest for a long time. By my calculations, he should already be close to advancing." Yu Ying immediately offered an explanation.
Peter Yang had a bad