Eastern Ridge Shaken

The flames engulfing the Qingtai Tribe stood out against the night over the heart of Eastern Ridge. Their glow was visible from a hundred miles away.

"Th-that's the Qingtai Tribe's direction. What happened? How can the fire be so huge?"

People from several nearby small tribes stood on high ground, staring toward the blaze that painted half the sky red. Every face was deathly pale, every gaze full of doubt and fear.

But no one dared go and look.

Only after daybreak did a few bolder tribesmen cautiously make their way to the outskirts of the Qingtai Tribe.

The sight before them left them stunned.

The once-prosperous, mighty Qingtai Tribe had become a scorched wasteland.

In many places, the fires had yet to die out and still burned fiercely.

The totem pillar and stone hall that had symbolized the Qingtai Tribe's power had collapsed.

Amid the broken walls and ruins, charred corpses lay piled like mountains. The smell of roasted flesh hung in the air.

"They're... they're all dead."

One tribesman's teeth chattered so hard he could barely force out the words.

"Quick... tell the Royal Court! The sky has fallen!!!"

The man who had shouted forced his trembling legs to move and scrambled toward the Eastern Ridge Royal Court.

The news spread.

The Qingtai Tribe was one of Eastern Ridge's few great tribes.

In a single night, it had been slaughtered to the last chicken and dog!

Panic spread swiftly.

Inside the main hall of the Eastern Ridge Royal Court.

The atmosphere was oppressive enough to suffocate.

The Eastern Ridge King, Xiong Li, sat upon his throne.

The Royal Court's senior officials stood on either side.

Xiong Li's face was dark as his gaze settled on the person kneeling in the hall.

"The Qingtai Tribe... are they truly all