Unfortunately, no matter how worried Chen Shouyi was, there was nothing he could do.
The island was who knew how many kilometers away!
Even if he wanted to save those believers, he was completely powerless.
He looked at the brightest star in the sky. In a daze, he saw a figure kneeling on the ground in devout prayer,
She wasn't the tribe's priestess or its chieftain, but an insignificant, aged barbarian woman. Her dry, gaunt face was etched with wrinkles left by the years.
As an old, frail woman who could no longer bear children, she occupied almost the lowest rung of the tribe.
And yet she was the most devout of all his believers.
As soon as the ritual ended, preparations for battle began.
The tribe's able-bodied men seized their spears and hurried into the cellars, ready to defend themselves from within.
Unfortunately, the barbarians who had come to invade this time weren't in a single dugout canoe. There were more than thirty of them, and they hadn't come in just a handful of boats, either. Hundreds of barbarians had arrived, every dugout packed with people.
Children, women, and able-bodied men—apart from the elderly, these barbarians had brought their entire families. They were clearly on the move.
In fact, that was exactly what they were doing.
This tribe came from another small island hundreds of kilometers away. They had drifted across the sea, searching for a new place to live.
On land, an entire tribe could simply pack up and move whenever they liked. The sea was nothing like that.
Sea monsters, storms, and towering waves could swallow the tribe whole at any moment. Even if they were lucky enough to avoid them, finding an island to settle on in the vast ocean was a slim chance.
Especially in