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After the battle, Red Moon led her people to check on the Clam Tribe to ensure there were no survivors.

Although the Sirius tribe achieved a final victory, it was only a narrow one. Not only did everyone have wounds of varying sizes, but seven warriors also died! Ten more Sirius warriors perished in the battle!

These were the finest warriors of the Sirius tribe, members of their own people, yet they died just like that.

There was no time for grief. Hongyue ordered her men to clean up the battlefield and see if there were any usable weapons. Then, she quickly left with her dead clansmen and the prey she had just killed.

The battle was so loud and the air was thick with the smell of blood that it was inevitable that some ferocious beasts would be drawn by the scent.

In the cave.

As they gazed upon their fallen comrades, silence fell upon them. These were their teammates, their people, with whom they had shared countless days and nights; this was a loss they could not bear.

They understood that now was not the time to wallow in grief. They needed to pull themselves together, continue fighting, and avenge their fallen kin. Otherwise, even more would perish.

Hongyue stood up. "Let's eat this ferocious beast, rest for a bit, and then head back to the tribe immediately!"

In the battle just now, Jiang Ning did her best to use witchcraft to provide healing and blessings to the warriors.

Now, her magical power is severely depleted, and she no longer has the strength to heal the warriors.

The beast teeth in her chest were still replenishing her power, but at this rate, she wouldn't be able to use her magic for a while.

Although Jiang Ning felt exhausted, she knew that now was not the time to rest. She needed to restore her magical power as soon as possible so that she could continue to help the warriors.

Eating the flesh of this ferocious beast slightly replenished my depleted body.

After resting for a while and regaining some strength, everyone packed their things, jumped onto Sirius's back, and set off immediately.

The horns of the Sirius tribe sounded.

The tribespeople, who were free at the time, gathered together, chatting and laughing, as they arrived at the tribe's exit, ready to welcome the returning hunting party.

At the tribe's exit, people gathered in a circle, waiting for the hunting party to return. They discussed among themselves, speculating about what prey the party had brought back—a ferocious porcupine or a plump brown bear.

The hunting party drew closer, but no one spoke.

Some people sensed something was wrong and gradually quieted down. Looking towards the hunting party, they saw several empty wolves!

This is a hunting party, everyone is with their own battle pets, how could there be an empty Sky Wolf! Even if the Sky Wolf can't carry prey on its back, its master should be sitting on it!

Upon closer inspection, the team members' faces were ashen, and some were even carrying someone in their arms!

They realized something, wanted to get closer, but dared not.

A voice came from behind the crowd, "What's going on?" The witch had actually come to the square.

While meditating in the cave today, Wu felt uneasy, as if something had happened. Just as he finished meditating, he heard the sound of horns.

I hurried to the square, only to find that there was not a single person speaking in the huge square.

The crowd parted to make way for the shaman, who walked up to the hunting party. Seeing everything clearly, he closed his eyes, his body swaying slightly, almost unsteady on his feet. A tribesman cried out in alarm, and the chief quickly rushed forward to support the shaman.

Every time Jiang Ning saw him, she could sense that his body seemed to be getting more and more dilapidated, and the flame of his life was gradually being extinguished.

There are exotic plants in this world that can help Shui Qing break through, and naturally there are exotic flowers and herbs that can transform a person's body, but Jiang Ning has never found them.

"What happened?" Wu composed himself and turned to ask Hongyue.

Hongyue took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and recounted the events of the Clam Tribe in detail. When he mentioned that the Clam Tribe's hunting party had appeared in the territory of the Sky Wolf Tribe, the crowd was already indignant.

He then recounted the war between the two hunting parties, at which point the tribe's anger reached its peak.

"How dare a mere clam tribe attack our Sky Wolf tribe!" the chieftain said angrily, his eyes wide.

No one blamed them. In this situation, if they gave in, not only would the hunting team die, but the entire Sirius tribe would also perish.

The other tribesmen were also furious and spoke up one after another, wishing they could immediately kill their way to the clam tribe and avenge their people. The families of the seven warriors were also deeply saddened.

The shaman stepped forward and gently tapped his staff, immediately silencing the surrounding tribesmen.

The shaman turned to face the angry glares of his people and spoke, “People of the tribe, the Clam Tribe has entered our Sky Wolf Tribe’s territory without cause. This is a provocation!”

The shaman's words reignited the anger that had just subsided among the tribesmen, who began to condemn the shamelessness of the clam tribe.

"Now, they have even killed seven of our people!" The shaman's voice rang out again, making the people even angrier and more grief-stricken.

"The warriors of the Sirius tribe cannot die in vain! We must avenge our fallen comrades!" The shaman's voice revealed a firm resolve.

"Kill them! Avenge our people!" someone shouted.

"Destroy the clam tribe!" another person shouted.

The shaman tapped his staff again, and after the tribesmen quieted down, he slowly spoke, "Our Sirius tribe has been dormant for too long. They have forgotten our strength, and someone actually dares to jump out and provoke us!"

"The revenge for our people must be taken! The Clam Tribe must be wiped out! I will recall all our people who are away. In the meantime, you must prepare your weapons! We must annihilate the Clam Tribe in one fell swoop! To avenge our fallen people!"

"Yes!"

The shaman's expression hardened. He took a deep breath and loudly chanted a profound and obscure incantation.

His voice echoed between heaven and earth, as if a mysterious power permeated the air.

Jiang Ning felt her totem begin to heat up; this was the power of the witchcraft taking effect.

Totems are the beliefs and symbols of each tribe member. When the power of witchcraft is infused, the totem will respond accordingly.

The shaman is using his power to summon his people back from the hunt.

As the incantation was chanted, Jiang Ning felt that the surrounding air seemed to have changed, as if a mysterious power was quietly surging.

She could feel the power of the spell constantly increasing, as if it were about to envelop the entire world in its power.

The shaman's expression was solemn. Only through this incantation could he summon all the tribesmen who were hunting away to return and avenge their deaths.

As soon as a member of the tribe who is away senses a change in the totem, he or she will immediately rush back to the tribe.

The shaman called the chieftain to discuss who to attack, and Red Moon organized the tribesmen to prepare weapons. The tribe's weapons were consumed very quickly, and a lot of them would be damaged or lost in a single battle.

At this moment, those who had lost their families could no longer contain their grief and cried out. Their voices were filled with pain and sorrow, as if they were trying to pour out all their pain.

Upon hearing the voice, the shaman paused, but didn't turn around, continuing to walk forward. Now is not the time for sorrow.