Greedy Wolf Tribe.
As one of the seven human tribal chiefs, Greedy Wolf had returned to his old residence.
Under the leadership of the tribe's elders, the clansmen had long since fled their home, which was about to fall. Including Seven Killings and himself, only four remained.
The three remaining Seven Killings stood outside the old residence, calmly waiting to vanish alongside the tribe.
The Greedy Wolf Tribe, once peaceful and filled with laughter, now seemed so desolate.
In the darkness of the old residence, Greedy Wolf held the Seer's severed finger in his hands.
Then flames surged above the tribe, and he saw a familiar figure again—the Li Yaotie who had hammered iron in the Greedy Wolf Tribe for over a thousand years. Now, he was a titan of the [Artifact] Dao!
From afar, he heard that familiar rough voice once more.
"Are you a traitor?"
Greedy Wolf had not forgotten Li Yaotie's blunt question when they first met. He was asking it again now, except Li Yaotie was no longer as sonorous and forceful as before.
Greedy Wolf stared blankly down at the severed finger and answered instinctively, "No."
Li Yaotie had returned to the Greedy Wolf Tribe once more.
His mortal incarnation descended with astonishing speed. As for Mahayana transformations and tribulations, he simply did not care about the scope or intensity of heaven and earth. He himself was pure material, his soul lodged within metal and iron.
As for how powerful he was now, even he did not know. He only knew that the hardest and most powerful materials his ancestors had sent back from the beginning of heaven and earth had all fused into his body. After fighting so many wars, the family had never seen a supreme-grade spirit treasure destroyed. What was more,