"This thing still felt better in my hands. They called that bow a powerful one, but it was still a little too weak for Yu. It didn't hit hard enough..."
A bow that could shoot a hundred paces would have been more than capable of killing someone in Tang Changsheng's original world.
But the people of the Black Rock Mountains were absurdly strong. Unless an arrow struck a vital spot, it was unlikely to kill them, especially from farther away.
While Tang Changsheng practiced with the bow, the people of the Flower-Foot Barbarians' Tribal Stockade gathered at a cliff behind their settlement. It was really a fissure in the mountain, and no one knew where it led.
Men and women, young and old, knelt beside the fissure. The bloody bodies of slaughtered animals lay before it.
The Flower-Foot Barbarians danced strange dances, chanting in an odd cadence as though intoning something ancient...
Perhaps the smell of blood stirred whatever lay deep in the fissure. Perhaps it was their strange voices.
A gray blur flashed past, swift as lightning. A huge rhinoceros carcass vanished without a trace.
Many faces lit up at once. "The Ancestral Spirit has answered our prayers!" they shouted.
Without a Wizard to communicate directly with the Ancestral Spirit, the Flower-Foot Barbarians had no choice but to wake it by the oldest method.
All around the fissure, they shouted in fear and excitement, their fervor mounting. Livestock were slaughtered one after another and laid before the opening.
Nothing ever emerged from the shadows within. Each time a shadow flickered, though, another carcass disappeared.
"Ancestral Spirit, we have made offerings to you for three hundred years. Now we offer you blood and flesh. We beg you to destroy our enemies..."
The other Flower-Foot Barbarians shouted with them. A girl