"The Pan Tribe has led an army of a hundred thousand into our Black Rock Mountains. They've set fire to hundreds of miles of forest... Blackwater Stockade and Giant Pine Stockade have both been wiped out."
Tang Changsheng knew, of course, that the Pan Tribe had advanced. They were the strongest enemy the Eastern Flower Heavenly Court had encountered in its conquest of this continent.
Last time, the Pan Tribe's Ancestral Deity had led countless Ghost Creatures against Black Rock Mountain. The Eastern Flower Heavenly Court had been forced to send more than a dozen experts to help before the assault was finally broken.
But it was also in that battle that the Ancestral God of Rock-Piercing Stockade had been scattered, body and soul... And he was hardly the only one reduced to smoke and dust. At least five or six Ancestral Gods had perished.
Otherwise, Tang Changsheng would never have had a chance to rise to his position...
But he knew nothing at all about the details of the Pan Tribe's current advance.
Now, hearing that Blackwater Stockade and Giant Pine Stockade had both fallen, and that hundreds of miles of mountains had been set ablaze, Tang Changsheng was startled. "The Pan Tribe is actually that formidable..."
"Exactly. No matter how much we fight among ourselves behind closed doors, we all belong to the same witch tribes. What does it matter? But the Pan Tribe is savagely cruel. They don't spare a single captive; they sacrifice them all in Blood Sacrifice. Hongdong Wizard, if they reach this place, they certainly won't spare you either..."
Tang Changsheng naturally understood that when the lips were gone, the teeth would freeze—if he had truly been one of the Black Rock People.
But he was not. And even if he had been, he