"Mm."
"Pass down my order, bring over all the prisoners from the Southern Tribe, and you will be in charge of this, Mo E'r."
"Rumor has it that Lord Xiao Yi of the Southern Tribe is a benevolent and wise ruler who wields both grace and might..."
"This time, since the Southern Tribe's situation was cracked open by Her Royal Highness the Princess using a minor stratagem, I want to see whether his own life is more important or the lives of his subordinates are."
A trace of faint confidence emerged within the speech of the leading Elder, calm and unhurried as he seemed to view all of this as a mere joke.
"Understood, Lord Chieftain."
The spirit man whom the Elder called Mo E'r replied respectfully.
The Fire Spirit Tribe possessed a profound and ancient heritage, and external forces could never simply seize the electoral seat.
The territory of Spirit Island was exceptionally vast, spanning roughly a hundred miles, yet it had now been surrounded by numerous experts from the Western Tribe, compressed down to a space of only a thousand meters.
Along the perimeter of Spirit Island flowed a river several dozen meters wide, and countless purple flames lingered above this river. Every time they flickered, they repelled the Western Tribe's spirit experts who attempted to bypass the river and step onto Spirit Island, as if this type of purple flame posed a fatal threat to them.
Spirit Island was enveloped by a layer of energy barrier. At the edge of the barrier, rings of purple flames lingered, protecting this last remaining sanctuary of peace seamlessly. Within those purple flames, a delicate and graceful immortal figure was vaguely visible, and under the might of that power, even Reincarnation Experts could only pale in comparison.
"My Lord, eat some