In the Sacred Blood Tribe, countless ordinary people's souls burst apart, killing them instantly.
The surviving God Kings looked up at the heavens in terror and fury.
There, hanging high above, was a colossal blood-red flesh ball.
A black ghost-face mask grew from the blood-red flesh ball.
Countless hands spread from the flesh ball, each palm bearing a black ghost-face mask as well.
Those ghost faces looked down upon the Sacred Blood Tribe, sending chills down everyone's spine.
The God Kings recognized those masks. They were the totem of the Zhum Tribe!
Judging from this bizarre flesh ball's Ninth Level cultivation and the powerful Soul Force it emitted, the Sacred Blood Tribe's God Kings instinctively guessed its identity.
Zhum!
The soul entity that had fused with the souls of its entire tribe!
And around Zhum stood two more God Kings, their cultivation likewise having reached the Ninth Level!
Three Supreme Experts had descended. Their mere pressure made every Low-level Spirit unable to move.
The Sacred Blood Tribe's Clan Leader swept his divine sense across the tribe. Seeing the corpses of his clansmen strewn across the ground, grief and rage surged into his heart.
Gripping his Divine Weapon, he shot into the sky. "You killed my clansmen! You destroyed my tribe's foundation! I will make you pay for this blood debt with blood!"
He could not defeat three Ninth Level God Kings, but before he died, he could destroy the tribes of these three!
A terrifying aura erupted from the Sacred Blood Tribe's Clan Leader. Endless divine radiance pierced through the void, the stars swayed, and heaven and earth trembled.
Zhum spoke grimly. "Don't be in such a hurry. Let me show you something."
As its voice rang out, a memory was directly poured into the Sacred Blood Tribe Clan Leader's