The Black Vulture Elder, struck by the Vermilion Bird Arrow yet still alive, climbed step by step toward the heights of the altar amid the burning Vermilion Bird Fire. Though his body was broken, his will remained unyielding, and he gazed up at the altar with longing.
"Kill him! We cannot let him invoke the god's descent!" Great Chieftain Dan Lie shouted sharply.
That arrow had already drained more than half of his cultivation.
Though Great Chieftain Dan Lie's voice remained steady, it now carried a trace of weakness—and fear of the Wujiu God Descent.
Lugu and the other Great Chieftains also knew the situation was critical. Once the Wujiu Great God descended, the tide would be utterly lost, with no power left to turn the heavens around.
Yet although they possessed Golden Core Late Stage cultivation, their Divine Consciousness was ordinary. They simply could not withstand the burning of the Vermilion Bird Fire and could not set foot upon the altar. Moreover, they were all typical Barbarian Tribe Body Cultivators—formidable in close combat, but weak at long-range killing.
Their few ranged methods might suffice to kill lower-realm Golden Core cultivators, but trying to slay the Wujiu Tribe's Shaman before the Wujiu Young Master and his generals was plainly a fool's dream.
At that moment, Yan Zhu stepped forward and said, "Everyone, help me ascend the altar."
In this battle for the altar, Yan Zhu, as the Royal Court's High Shaman, had accomplished little thus far.
In other words, he had been "conserving his strength."
Fighting with Golden Core flesh was never the work of Shamans.
The clash atop the altar was their true and foremost duty.
Qing Zhu also stepped out. "We'll kill that Black Vulture Elder and stop the god's descent."
Great Chieftain Dan Lie cupped his hands