They could already see the magnificent crimson Vermilion Bird Statue.
And beneath the statue, the ancient throne flowing with the aura of a deity.
Their breathing grew heavier.
The Fire Eagle Chief, just as he was about to step into the domain of the Divine Altar, suddenly heard a howling wind beside his ear, fierce and arrogant.
Turning his head, he saw a fist with immense power blasting towards him.
The Fire Eagle Chief's face changed, and he immediately activated a magic treasure, a fire fan, to defend himself.
But in the next moment, both he and his magic treasure were blasted back five or six steps by this surging black energy-infused punch.
Once he steadied himself, the Fire Eagle Chief swallowed the blood in his throat, looked up, and saw a young man in a black cloak standing before him, exuding a powerful presence with a murderous look in his eyes.
This person was none other than the Young Master of the Wujiu Tribe.
