Three Leaves Tribe.
To resist the Calamity Insect Swarm, Chieftain Que Er had followed the Venerable One's teachings and created a huge labyrinth within their territory.
This had not been particularly difficult.
The older a giant tree was, the greater the diameter of its trunk. Naturally, numerous hollow passages formed within it.
The Fur Monkeys selected several giant trees and, with only minor modifications, easily established a rather complex network of tunnels.
In a sense.
This was the Senluo Realm version of "tunnel warfare."
This was the Spirit Monkey Clan's "terrain advantage."
It was also the only advantage they could exploit.
However.
Even so.
The Three Leaves Tribe still paid an incomparably heavy price.
There was no helping it.
Their enemy was simply too terrifying.
The Ming Lings did not care about their own casualties. At any cost, they forcefully captured one passage after another, gradually squeezing the Spirit Monkeys' living space.
Two days later.
Inside a temporary White Hall.
The chieftain knelt on one knee, praying with utmost devotion.
"Great Venerable One, the Three Leaves Tribe begs for your protection... The vicious insects are ravaging the forest, and we are nearing the end of our rope..."
A lifelike Dragon Head Mask sat before Que Er.
This was precisely the tool Cheng Han used to play the part of a god.
It was also an important token he had left for the Three Leaves Tribe.
"Great Venerable One..."
Though there was no response, Que Er continued repeating the prayer over and over, his reverent attitude never wavering in the slightest.
Incidentally.
This was already the third White Hall built by the tribe.
The reason was simple.
The first two White Halls had been destroyed by the Ming Lings.
And whenever a White Hall was destroyed, Que Er immediately led the