The Hall of the Master of War was filled with the incessant clashing of swords and spears.
Though only ruins and shattered statues remained, one could still feel the indomitable spirit of the Jiuli Race from ancient times, defying fate with heroic enthusiasm.
However, the beings occupying this place now showed none of that spirit of fighting heaven and earth.
On their faces, there was only fear, anxiety, and endless restlessness.
The King of the Nesting Bird gazed at the fragmented statue of the Commander Chiyou, their expression unreadable, standing in silent contemplation.
Beside them were the newly chosen kings from the Ear Rat, Juru, and Nuo tribes, all of whom were bewildered and panicked, having already lost the joy of their newfound kingship, their hearts filled with dread.
"Now that the human army has encircled us on all sides, cutting off our path of escape, when will the Ancestral God reveal divine miracles, unleash divine wrath, and help us repel the invaders?"
