Miracle (II)

Before Aurora, Wajid, and Roslav could rush to Zhang Tie's side, the warriors stationed in the Tribal Alliance's main camp had arrived first. The moment Zhang Tie's Sacred Totem Bloodfire Canopy shot into the sky, the thousands of warriors guarding the camp were alarmed by what had unfolded right before their eyes. Led by their commanding officers, they poured out of the camp and gathered near the ruined little building where Zhang Tie stood.

Experiencing at close range the unimaginable totem apparition rising behind Zhang Tie—more than two hundred meters tall, like a canopy of flowing fire—the thousands of warriors fell utterly silent. They watched as Zhang Tie, like a deity stepping forth from blood and fire, drifted down from the small building. His feet touched the ground, and he began walking step by step toward the wounded soldiers' camp not far away.

None of those warriors knew what had happened to Zhang Tie, nor did they know what that suffocating canopy behind him was. At that moment, there was only one feeling in everyone's heart: awe—awe toward an unknown, powerful, sacred force. Beneath that awe lay a thread of inexplicable terror. Let alone approaching the terrifying burning canopy of bloodfire behind Zhang Tie, merely stealing a few glances at it from the side was enough to make everyone's faces turn pale.

At every moment, the burning blood within the Bloodfire Canopy fell from above like countless blazing crimson meteors. In this dark, lightless underground world, the several-hundred-meter canopy and its ceaselessly burning blood dyed everything within nearly a thousand meters before and behind Zhang Tie a blazing red.

Zhang Tie said nothing. He merely walked peacefully toward the wounded soldiers' camp. The thousands of soldiers surrounding him hurriedly parted, opening a passage for him.

Wajid and Roslav arrived with