The Yuan Fire Tribe is really unwilling to accept this; this is their Sacred Flame, this is the gift of the Fire God. The Liwu Tribe did not steal this flame from their hands. Xiao Qiang helped them preserve this Divine Fire, but he felt lost because of Xiao Qiang. The Grand Elder felt bitter; he didn't know what to say. Perhaps this is what they call 'You reap what you sow.'
At this moment, he could only leave a low sigh. Who would've thought he had such bad luck that Xiao Qiang would know such terrifying figures. "Grand Elder, are we really just going to let it go like this? That is the tribe's Divine Fire, it absolutely cannot be lost!" At this moment, Tian Hang felt unconvinced. Of course, aside from him, others felt the same way. Regardless of what Xiao Qiang had helped them with, taking away the Divine Fire was an undeniable fact.
Divine Fire, every member of the Yuan Fire Tribe yearned for it so much.
