Late at night.
Cheng Han, wearing the Dragon Head Mask, appeared at another White Hall.
This place was only a little over a thousand kilometers from the crater region—the area where Black Meteor had descended several years ago.
The Spirit Monkey Tribe that worshipped at this White Hall was called the Three Leaves Tribe.
Like the Black Branch Tribe, the Three Leaves Tribe had been granted many new technologies by Cheng Han and had undergone a leap in development.
It had not only annexed tribes within a radius of several hundred kilometers, swelling its population to over two hundred thousand, but had also established a powerful Spirit Monkey legion.
However.
The Three Leaves Tribe was quite grateful and had always treated the Venerable One with the utmost respect.
Every day, its Chieftain, Que Er, would personally ascend to the White Hall, first paying his respects to the Venerable One before cleaning the hall himself.
Of course.
Que Er's reverent conduct had also been rewarded.
He had been granted more Life Element secret arts and had learned more military knowledge.
At this moment.
Cheng Han stood quietly at the entrance to the White Hall, gazing into the ink-black darkness.
Que Er stood respectfully at his side, clad in a set of Great Strength Spirit Armor.
Thanks to mastering more secret arts, the Biochemical Armor he wore was more sophisticated than that of the Black Branch Clan.
Its most distinctive feature was its ability to glide over short distances.
In a forest environment.
This gliding ability was extremely useful, allowing one to escape quickly when danger struck.
After a long while.
Cheng Han said softly, "A war of destruction will break out by tomorrow at the latest."
Over the past two days.
The Avatars scattered throughout the land had been sighting Calamity