The Weak Choose the Strong to Serve!

The Wutu Tribe.

Banners snapped in the wind.

A totem pillar towered into the clouds.

Inside the stone hall at the heart of the Wutu Tribe,

more than fifty Innate Realm experts had gathered.

They were the last of Eastern Ridge's strength apart from the Eastern Ridge Royal Court.

The air in the stone hall was heavy. Not a bird chirped or a sparrow called.

Only the ceremonial fire crackled in the center,

lighting every face, old and young alike. Each was etched with dread and bewilderment.

Wutu Jie, chief of the Wutu Tribe, sat in the seat of honor. He looked around the hall, his eyes full of worry.

He cleared his throat.

At once, everyone turned toward him.

Under their gaze, Wutu Jie sighed before speaking slowly. "Everyone, I fear the Country Lord and the Great Priest have met with disaster. With no Divine Mansion Realm expert to hold the fort, and Yang Province and Xu Province attacking from front and rear, the Eastern Ridge Kingdom may truly not survive this time."

The Purple Scorpion Tribe Leader spoke up, fear showing in his eyes. "Who could have imagined that Bandit Li... Governor Li would be so powerful? Even four Divine Mansion Realm experts together were no match for him."

"He's right."

"What do we do now? We couldn't beat Yang Province alone, and now Xu Province is taking advantage of our troubles to strike. Those people of Great Zhou are more shameless than the last."

"Ah..."

"I fear the Eastern Ridge Kingdom is finished."

No one knew who had said it.

In the past, anyone who dared say the Eastern Ridge Kingdom would fall would have been torn to pieces the next instant.

Now, no one even argued.

"Why don't we run?"

Someone made the suggestion.

"Run?"

Chifa