More and more Yellowstone Warriors surrendered, for they had waited in vain for their Wizard to appear. When the Warriors of Hongdong Stockade stormed his room and carried out his corpse on the tip of a spear, the last of Yellowstone Stockade's resistance crumbled...
The people of Yellowstone Stockade watched helplessly as Tang Changsheng sent men in to destroy the Totem Pillar.
In the Netherworld, the moment the Totem Pillar was destroyed, the light of the Spirit Realm dimmed. The realm, which had barely held together, almost immediately went dark.
Then the Warriors splashed filth throughout the room where the Totem Pillar had been enshrined.
A strange change swept through the Spirit Realm. Threads of black aura appeared and even wound around the Ancestral Spirit.
The Yellowstone Ancestral Spirit was not human-shaped, nor did he have a physical body. He was an Essence Soul that resembled a Three-Legged Giant.
Now he stared in terror at the tiny threads, no thicker than hairs, that appeared and clung to his body.
"That's Karmic Sin Aura! The Ancestral Spirit is starting to suffer the backlash... Everyone, get ready!" Gu Junjie shouted excitedly from the Netherworld.
Tang Changsheng watched as well. That unremarkable filth from the human world had produced this eerie black aura in the Spirit Realm of the Netherworld. It was a sight to marvel at.
An Ancestral Spirit might guard a Tribal Stockade, but he also exploited it. The Ancestral Spirits of the Black Rock Mountains seldom demanded human sacrifices, yet they still required all manner of hunted prey for Blood Sacrifice.
In short, though he was a guardian, centuries of pent-up resentment and opposition were inevitable. In normal times, these paltry wisps of Karmic Sin Aura would have been nothing to him; he could have suppressed them with ease.
But