But how could those large tribes tolerate a small tribe growing and becoming powerful like this?
Before the feast had ended, a host of powerful foes came hurtling in from every direction. Vast numbers of cultivators also rushed over and surrounded the entire tribe. Even if the tribespeople had sprouted wings, not one could have escaped!
Clan Patriarch Hai Ya smashed his wine bowl and immediately rose into the air, his robes and hair whipping fiercely.
"Hai Ang, take Mu Bai and Hai Chen away!"
With that, the Clan Patriarch conjured a spear from mental power and struck fiercely, thrusting straight at the third-level peak Soul Cultivator leading the attackers!
"You overestimate yourself!"
The enemy leader flicked his long whip with a sharp crack, its long tongue curling out to seize Clan Patriarch Hai Ya's spear. But the spear was formed from mental power. With a shift of Hai Ya's will, it abruptly became an arrow, appearing mere inches before the enemy leader's chest.
The instant the arrow shot into his chest, the enemy leader's figure dissolved. He abruptly appeared before the Clan Patriarch and slammed a palm straight toward the Crown of the Head of Hai Ya. Feeling the force of the palm bearing down on his face, Clan Patriarch Hai Ya hastily retreated to dodge. Yet the enemy leader had already summoned his Soul Spirit as he launched his palm strike: a small silver snake about a foot long, swift as lightning and possessing a trace of spatial power.
Just as Clan Patriarch Hai Ya retreated to evade the enemy leader's palm, the spatial snake behind him flashed forward and bit his arm. Venom instantly entered his blood and coursed through it.
Struck by the attack, Hai Ya did not hesitate. He conjured a long blade of mental