The sky above the East Pole Grassland was blue, but the hearts of Zhou Yang and the other seven seventh-rank beings gathered here were cold.
Less than two hours had passed since Du Chongyang and the other two ascended, yet the straw effigy avatar Granny Wan had left behind had just burst into flames and turned directly to ash!
This meant that Granny Wan, the protector of the Hundred Savage Races, had completely perished just now.
In less than two hours, one of the three-person ascension group had fallen. How could Zhou Yang and the others present not feel their hearts turn as cold as ice?
A sixth-rank cultivator of the Savage Alien Race whom Granny Wan had brought here to witness the event was already kneeling on the ground with tears streaming down his face, his eyes filled with pain and despair.
To every race, a seventh-rank being was an existence like a stabilizing pillar in the sea.
With Granny Wan's death, the Hundred Savage Races within the Savage Jungle had lost that stabilizing pillar.
Unless another seventh-rank being emerged among them soon, the Hundred Savage Races would inevitably decline further and further in the future.
Of course, out of consideration for the favors Granny Wan had left behind during her life, as well as her contribution as a pioneer this time, Zhou Yang and the other seventh-rank beings certainly would not attack the younger members of the Hundred Savage Races merely because Granny Wan had fallen.
Time slowly passed. After another two hours and thirty minutes had gone by, the avatar Du Chongyang had left behind suddenly exploded with a bang, shattering into dust!
"Fellow Daoist Du!"
"Senior Du!"
Feng Wuji and Zhou Yang both underwent a drastic change in expression and cried out in alarm.
Before their