Ye Buyu leaped up and slammed her elbow down.
The body [Colonialism] had formed caved in under the blow.
The deity sneered and tried to speak, only for Su Wuwei to stuff another mouthful of fire inside.
Lou Guanshan spat.
"'You make your sacrifices, and I'll be selfish'? Pah! Just how shameless do you have to be to say something that utterly despicable!"
Kou Ying stared darkly at the elites in the distance, who dared not move a muscle.
"Put them through reform through labor. They're beyond saving."
Mu Bingge said bluntly, "If nothing else works, just shoot them. Give them one bullet for every person whose labor they stole."
Su Wuwei narrowed his eyes. "Shouldn't we cut them once for every person they stole from? Bullets still have to be manufactured. They don't deserve anything that good."
Cold sweat poured off the elites as they listened.
Wujia and the Tribe's leaders slowly turned to look them over.
They weighed the feasibility in their minds.
Someone shouted in a trembling voice.
"It was all that thing's fault! That thing bewitched us! That woman bewitched me! That's why I did those things!"
"Exactly! And it's not like we've never earned any merit. We've achieved plenty and contributed to building this Tribe!"
"Yes! My father was a distinguished contributor! He gave his life for the Tribe! Why shouldn't I enjoy better treatment?"
At that, Wujia abruptly stood, his piercing gaze shooting straight toward the speaker.
Clenching his fists, he strode up to the man.
"I know you. Your father was a hero, a hero who died on the battlefield, but you aren't!
"So many heroes died on the battlefield. Tell me, who here isn't descended from someone who served with distinction? Just because your father had a little fame, you think you