I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself

Chapter 535: Chapter 221: Human Race Battle Banner!

The Earth Ants and Ant Slaves hurriedly fled outside, but the flying sand and rolling stones in the sky constantly swept away the escaping figures.

As the earth continuously cracked, within the small mountain range in the middle of the clan land, deep fissures revealed earthy yellow Spirit Bans.

This was the clan treasury of the East Marsh Earth Ant Race. Outside, "meteors" were still falling. Shen Can easily broke through the exposed Witchcraft Spirit Bans, sweeping the internal treasury clean.

There were eight more such clan treasuries in the East Marsh, one of which stored various jerky, even human race, watched over by Ant Slaves.

However, amidst such commotion, the Ant Slaves had long since fled, and those who hadn’t were killed by the meteor’s energy impact.

Streams of fire descended from the sky, and the Fire Source Power from all directions converged on this area, turning the entire clan land into a sea of fire and ruin.

After seizing the clan treasury, Shen Can didn’t idle; he began collecting the corpses of the Earth Ant Race.

Earlier, the clan’s wizards had proven that the Earth Ants contained Earth Element "Stones," which could also be used as Source Stones.

The Earth Ants that escaped the clan land didn’t flee far, instead searching for their clanspeople to gather together; some directly prostrated in terror outside the clan land in prayer.

This saved Shen Can the trouble of searching everywhere. The glimpse from the Battle Banner Grotto Heaven sparked his killing intent, and he swept them away in one fell swoop.

By dawn, the entire East Marsh Earth Ant Race Territory seemed ravaged by disaster; more than half the mountains had collapsed, and the ground was full of holes and countless fissures.

Flames still burned in the ruins, smoke and dust billowed, and scattered figures struggled in the debris.

The entire East Marsh Branch had a population of four million, with over two million regularly residing in the clan land, the rest scattered across the East Marsh Basin by smaller branches.

Now the clan land lay in ruins; not to mention over two million, counting the hundred to hundred-fifty thousand Ant Slaves serving here, only about twenty to thirty thousand remained.

Meteors fell, raging celestial fire, countless creatures turned to ash, floating away on the wind. Outside the clan land, the wilderness was covered in a thick white-gray layer.

At first glance, it really seemed like a meteor shower; the scorching heat even melted some soil and stone.

The only surprise was that the meteors burned out completely, leaving little meteor iron behind.

Shen Can, long gone, didn’t carry off his doppelgangers.

Despite falling from the sky repeatedly, his doppelgangers’ sturdy bodies suffered little damage, far surpassing the durability of gold or iron.

If not for this, the ground in the East Marsh Race Territory wouldn’t have cracked so completely.

Having borrowed what he needed, Shen Can didn’t linger long in the Dai Land, hurrying back to the Blazing Flame River Valley.

At this moment, in the Blazing Flame Race Territory outside the valley, the witch array had been repaired and was operational again.

The three doppelgangers sat inside the witch array, quietly awaiting the Holy Envoy Race’s arrival.

With so many Hunting Sacrificial Envoys dead, the Holy Envoy Race would inevitably come seeking answers.

Though powerful, this race had no internal messaging witch artifacts.

Unclear on what had transpired, they could only come out searching passively at this time.

Besides the three doppelgangers waiting here, within a two to three thousand-mile radius of the clan land, the tribespeople were migrating.

They drove their herds, posing as if moving their entire households, migrating toward the Giant Mountain Range.

These migrating clans numbered in the hundreds, with varying member counts, some closer to the clan land’s grand array than others.

On closer inspection of each migrating group, there were virtually no young men or women, only older people.

Additionally, people were few, beasts many, carrying large, slow-moving bundles.

These large bundles mostly contained stones, with a small amount of grain, meat, and ores as cover. The clan’s grain and ores had long been sent to the valley.

These people remained to create the illusion the tribe hadn’t completed its escape, even arranging the vassal tribes to flee daily according to plan.

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In the Holy Envoy Race.

The Elder Witch Priest walked out of the Divine Hall once more.

Yu Bo and the others hadn’t returned yet.

Earlier, the Hunting Sacrificial Envoys split into two groups, Yu Bo leading one to the Giant Mountain Range, while the others headed for Yongyi.

Now Yu Mao, who went to Yongyi to capture lesser sacrifices, had already returned several times.

Xuan Chi, carrying a Tier Five Witch Artifact to find Yu Bo, hadn’t returned either. As time passed, the Elder Witch Priest couldn’t help but worry.

Could it be that Yu Bo and the others were trapped in the Giant Mountain Range, slain by that old Luwu?

Within Yongyi, the only force capable of wiping out so many at the Peak of Divine Treasure like Yu Bo’s group would be the wild beasts in the Giant Mountain Range.