"What are we to do, then? As far as I know, it isn't just our tribes whose members have gone missing. Members of the other great Ancestral Shaman tribes have disappeared as well. If we don't report this to Pangu Hall and inform the Ancestral Shamans, I fear we won't be able to shoulder the responsibility."
Inside the great hall, another Great Shaman of the Gonggong Tribe turned his dark yellow eyes toward Xiangliu, who sat at the head of the hall. His gaze was heavy with concern.
They were all Great Shamans who had risen anew after the successive Witch-Demon wars.
Compared with someone like Xiangliu, who had entered the Great Shaman realm many years ago, they fell far short in both strength and standing.
"More importantly, our Witch Clan can capture fewer and fewer members of the Demon Race now. We can only fill our stomachs with wild beasts. If this continues, I fear our newborn tribespeople won't have enough blood and vital energy to sustain their cultivation."
Xiangyao, who had spoken earlier, spoke again.
He was Xiangliu's elder brother. Though weaker than Xiangliu, he still held a position of great authority within the Gonggong Tribe.
"Ah."
Xiangliu let out a soft sigh.
How could he not know about the matters these Great Shamans had raised?
But the Witch Clan did not cultivate the Primordial Spirit, and they were nowhere near as skilled at tracking as the Demon Race.
Now they had encountered this problem as well.
It gave even him quite a headache.
"Bad news! Bad news!"
A frantic cry suddenly rang out from outside, and a Lesser Shaman rushed in.
"What happened?"
Startled by the cry, Xiangliu moved his feet and appeared before the Lesser Shaman in an instant. He seized him and lifted him up,