With the Divine Envoy's death and the altar's destruction, all the Purple Mist within the valley vanished without a trace.
The strange aura that had once been everywhere, filling their noses and mouths, disappeared completely.
The pressure weighing on their hearts also dissipated entirely.
The Iron Clan People should have felt an inexplicable sense of relief at that moment, but the scene of the Divine Envoy being violently crushed to death kept replaying in their minds as though carved into their deepest memories.
Every movement in that scene was vividly branded into the depths of their memories.
Every movement made their souls tremble in fear.
Their faith had been destroyed by violence, leaving behind an even more powerful figure.
The Iron Clan People, whose beliefs had already swayed violently like ships at sea, had nothing left now but submission.
The law of the jungle applied everywhere!
Mu Fan's cold gaze swept over them without the slightest fluctuation.
The faceplate retracted and receded to either side, revealing Mu Fan's mature, indifferent face beneath his white hair.
At last, he looked toward Salan and gave a slight nod.
Salan stared blankly at the towering figure atop the mountain. The Giant Hammer in her hand crashed to the ground with a clang.
Her cheeks trembled, and her eyes were red-rimmed.
Yet she knelt with absolute resolve, pressing both arms tightly against the ground in the most devout posture of worshiping a god.
Her hope had been shattered more than once, but that person had given her courage.
The old Divine Envoy, the culprit, had been annihilated with a casual gesture.
Then at this moment, Mu Fan was the god she believed in most firmly!
A warrior of the Iron Clan should be as sharp-edged as steel, and repay kindness with gratitude for life!