Six large heads soared into the sky. The flesh and blood essence that belonged to the demon general was extremely rich. The demon race had been separated from the ferocious beasts of the Desolate Land. Their bodies still contained the bloodline of some giant desolate beasts from the ancient desolate era.
Although it was unknown how many years had passed and the bloodline had become extremely thin, the essence of flesh and blood was still a great supplement for the human race.
On the altar, the scene of the ancient ancestors offering sacrifices flickered even more violently. Within the flames, there were dazzling balls of light wrapped in all kinds of divine lights.
"Sacrifice!"
The ancient syllables once again crossed the endless space and time of the ancient desolate land. The blood and fire glory that belonged to the human race descended once again.
Invisible ripples vibrated in the void, and the blood-colored mist spread and rose, then turned into a rain of blood that fell down, covering every inch of the entire mountain city. Drops of blood splashed on the bodies of the clansmen, but not a single one of them felt afraid.
The Azure Qilin Elephant King was forcefully dragged in front of the altar by the two chiliarchs, Ding Shan and Huang Liang. The Yao King that had once intimidated the land for tens of thousands of li, and made all the human battalions of Fallen Dragon Ridge silent, no longer had the presence of dominating the world.
His Demonic Core exploded, and his remaining arm hung limply by his side. The azure kirin on his forehead, which symbolized the glory of the Mammothfolk's bloodline, had lost its luster. If you looked closely, you would be able to see cracks that looked like a spiderweb on the surface of the kirin.
"Kneel!"
Ding Shan and Huang Liang kicked the Azure Qilin Elephant King's calf without hesitation. The Azure Qilin Elephant King had already lost his cultivation, leaving only his physical body. However, without the nourishment of the demonic aura, he was no longer the same as before.
The Azure Qilin Elephant King raised its head and stared at the azure figure standing at the top of the altar. Its eyes were filled with undisguised resentment.
It's him!
It's him!
All of this humiliation came from the green figure, but he had completely lost the chance to resist. The reason why the figure hadn't killed him was because he had waited until today to use his flesh and blood as a sacrifice.
The overlord of the Myriad Demon Mountain Range had actually managed to survive for a few more days just to become a sacrifice.
"A mere little demon dares to call himself a Demon King? Even if you're a real Demon King, you won't be able to return if you dare to descend upon our Mortal World!"
"The Human World is not a place that mere demons can trample on. This is a wasteland that belongs to the Human Race. Whether it's you demons or the remnants of the other hundred races, none of you can escape the slaughter of the Human Race!"
In the Great Wilderness, for the survival of the races, benevolence, righteousness, and morality were of no use. If they wanted to survive, they had to kill all their enemies!
"Lowly Bloodfoots, do you really think ants can overturn the heavens? Do you think you can stop the attack of the Hundred Races by yourself? In the desolate era, the humans stole god artifacts and used despicable methods to occupy the land that belonged to the Hundred Races. All of this will be returned one day. At that time, the battle masters of the Hundred Races will slaughter you lowly Bloodfoots to extinction. The so-called will of the human race will be completely obliterated!"
"Cast!"
Ancient syllables once again came from the altar, as if countless heroic spirits of the Human Race were roaring. Wave after wave of fluctuations surged through the entire mountain city. Two thousand demon sacrifices and more than a dozen vicious beasts caused the entire tribe to descend with a dense purple-gold providence.
Pfft!
The Azure Scale Elephant King sank into darkness with endless resentment. Its huge head flew into the air and fell to the ground, drowning in the endless blood of the Demon Race.
At this moment, the pillar of providence became even more auspicious. The endless purple aura above the entire tribe was swept away, as if a dark-colored creature was faintly appearing in this huge pillar of providence.
Sometimes, there was the sound of thunder in the void, and there was a faint voice speaking. Countless tribe members roared at the sky. Everyone's eyes were red with excitement, and their blood was boiling under this unique aura.
"Reporting to the Patriarch, the blood sacrifice is over!"
The Great Elder, who was wearing a sacrificial robe, stood on the fourth-level altar. His eyes flashed with excitement, but he knew that the sacrificial ceremony was not over yet.
The battle clans of the Human Clan sacrificed their clans, manifested their clans, and sent down their luck. Now, it was up to their own clans to see if they had the ability to bear the luck of the Human Clan. If their clans didn't have the ability to bear the luck, the purple mist that filled the sky would dissipate into the void and return to their clans.
Hearing this, Xiao Chen nodded slightly. Next was the most important moment for the Gu Yuan Tribe. How much providence they could bear and what kind of tribe rank they could obtain would all depend on this.
It was not that the tribe's rank could not be increased, but for the Human Race combat divisions, the first sacrifice to receive the tribe's providence would be rewarded accordingly. Once the tribe's rank was determined in the future, it would need to be done step by step, step by step. Therefore, the first receiving of the tribe's providence was extremely important to every Human Race combat division.
Xiao Chen's eyes were bright. He could feel that in the endless void above him, there seemed to be a supreme lord listening to him. An extremely mysterious aura had been enveloping this wasteland for thousands of miles.
"The fate of the tribe is boundless, witnessed by the sun and the moon. I offer the tribe's blood as food to protect my bloodline. Today, with Gu Yuan, I cast the tribe's providence. May the tribe's providence take pity on me!"
Amidst the purple aura, Xiao Chen's figure seemed to become a little illusory. He spoke each word with a pause. With the endless providence, he seemed to have come from ancient times.
"Condense the heart's blood, transform into the general trend, carry the providence, the Fortune Forger tribe!"
Suddenly, Xiao Chen shouted again.
"Condense the heart's blood, the Fortune Forger tribe!"
The three elders below Xiao Chen also roared without hesitation. Their palms were like knives, and they gently cut their chests. A bloody wound appeared, and a crystal clear drop of heart blood emerged.
The next moment, this drop of heart blood was divided into two. One drop flew towards the ten-meter-thick pillar of providence in the void, and the other dropped into the Sacrificial Cauldron.
"Condense the heart's blood, the Fortune Forger tribe!"
Then, all the soldiers of the Gu Yuan Tribe below roared and cut their chests. Hot blood splashed out. Suddenly, countless crystal drops of blood of different sizes in the sky were divided into two and flew towards the pillar of providence and the Sacrificial Cauldron respectively.
"Condense the heart's blood, the Fortune Forger tribe!"
At this moment, all the people of the tribe roared, and drops of crystal blood shot into the sky. This was the true unity of the people. The burning hot blood continuously merged into the pillar of providence above their heads.
The pillar of providence, which was originally emitting a faint purple-gold mist, emitted a bright red glow after being stained by the countless drops of blood. The purple-red mist was graceful and luxurious, and overflowed with rich vitality!