If the gambling duel lasted three years, or perhaps five years.
When faced with a stepping stone like Xia Fenghan, who had entered a Super Tribe, Su Mo might have treated him differently.
But four and a half months had already passed, leaving less than two hundred and twenty days.
Considering that these Super Tribes had been established for more than a decade, their internal forces were intricate and tangled.
Even if he won some over and attacked others, the remaining time would not be enough to take down the Cloud Tribe.
Not to mention—
The major event only lasted fifteen days.
Once that period ended, all the priests would return to their original strength.
Regardless of whether the Cloud Tribe's Level Eight Saint Priest was alive or dead, the Super Tribes would descend into even fiercer turmoil, perhaps even battles of life and death.
The tribes whose priests were still alive would annex those whose strength had drastically declined and redraw the borders.
Those weakened tribes would then set their sights on even weaker ones, seeking a way out.
The pressure would pass down chain by chain, and the Cloud Firmament Tribe might eventually be affected as well.
However, no matter how quickly it spread, all of that would happen one or two years later.
"From now on, we'll use Cloud Firmament as our foundation and spread our faith continuously. As long as we stabilize the situation, victory will be ours!"
Su Mo made up his mind and discarded all other thoughts.
One day later.
The Flame Fist Tribe reached the outskirts of the Union Division and received the news that only nine priests of the Cloud Firmament Tribe remained alive.
Apart from Xia Fenghan, who had left beforehand, all the remaining High Priests were dead.
Even the priests