In the war between humans and demons, it's not unreasonable for me to absorb demonic energy, is

Banners fluttered in the wind, and the firelight illuminated Fan Tong's sharply defined face.

He stood on the high platform, his gaze sharp, looking towards the horizon.

There, a gloomy atmosphere hung in the air, like a lurking beast, sending chills down one's spine.

A nameless unease spread through his heart, a feeling so intense that he could hardly breathe.

The grand celebrations and joyous laughter sounded to him like a distant, ethereal buzzing through a thin film of water.

"What's wrong, Fan Tong?" The girl in white noticed his unusual behavior and asked softly, her worry evident in her voice.

Fan Tong did not answer, but simply shook his head slightly, his deep eyes churning with complex emotions.

He knew that the new challenges would come much faster and be more dangerous than he had imagined.

An atmosphere of unease quickly spread among the tribe's high-ranking members.

The purple-haired youth paced back and forth with a furrowed brow, occasionally gazing into the distance; the black-robed prophet stood motionless in the shadows, seemingly one with the darkness, his withered fingers constantly twirling the prayer beads in his hand, muttering incantations.

"Chief, we must take the initiative!" The Crimson Flame Warrior stood up abruptly, his voice firm. "Rather than wait to be killed, we must strike first! The warriors of our tribe are fearless!"

"Reckless!" The black-robed prophet's hoarse voice rang out, carrying a hint of warning. "We have never seen this power before. If we attack rashly, we will only plunge ourselves into utter destruction."

"My Lord Prophet, you are being far too cautious!" The Crimson Flame Warrior, young and impetuous, spoke with a hint of disrespect. "Our tribe's warriors are not easily intimidated!"

"You..." The black-robed prophet's tone was icy, and an invisible pressure spread out.

Fan Tong took a deep breath and raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.

“The Prophet is absolutely right. We must proceed with caution.” He paused, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. “Summon all tribal elders. Gather in the council hall in half an hour!” His tone was authoritative, carrying the authority of a superior.

Inside the council chamber, torches crackled, and the atmosphere was so heavy it was suffocating.

Fan Tong sat at the head of the table, his gaze sharp as he scanned the crowd.

"Speak, what did you all see?"

A stifling atmosphere filled the council chamber, like an invisible net tightly binding everyone.

The elders looked at each other, and finally all turned their gaze to Fan Tong, who was sitting in the head seat.

“Reporting to the chief,” an elder with white hair and beard broke the silence first, his voice trembling, “I…I sense a powerful dark force, it…it is approaching our tribe!”

“Me too! Me too!” another elder chimed in, his face pale and large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. “This power terrifies me, like…like being watched by a prehistoric beast!”

The elders spoke one after another, describing the fear and unease they felt, making the atmosphere in the council hall even more oppressive.

Fear spread rapidly like a plague. The old, weak, women and children huddled together, trembling. The cries of children rose and fell, and even some young soldiers began to feel anxious.

As Fan Tong watched all this, his heart felt as heavy as if a boulder were pressing down on it.

He could feel the invisible pressure, which made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

He knew that if a solution wasn't found soon, the tribe would descend into chaos and even face destruction.

“Fan Tong…” The girl in white gently grasped his hand, her eyes filled with trust and encouragement.

That look was like a warm current flowing into Fan Tong's heart, bringing him a sense of comfort.

"Don't worry, I will definitely protect our tribe!" Fan Tong grasped the white-clad girl's hand, his eyes resolute.

"I'm here for you too!" The purple-haired youth walked up to Fan Tong and patted him heavily on the shoulder. "Brother, no matter what happens, I'll face it with you!"

The warmth of friendship brought Fan Tong a sense of comfort, but the pressure in his heart did not lessen at all.

Time ticked by, and the darkness in the distance grew stronger, the oppressive feeling surging in like a tide, threatening to engulf the entire tribe.

Fan Tong frowned, racking his brains but still unable to find a solution.

Are we really just going to sit here and wait to die?

No, he will never give up!

Suddenly, he abruptly raised his head, his eyes blazing, as if he had just realized something…

"A map! I need a map of all the terrain around the tribe!"

The map was quickly presented.

Fan Tong spread out the map, his fingers moving quickly across it, his brow furrowed as if searching for some crucial information.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he abruptly raised his head, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"Give it to me!" he said urgently, reaching out his hand.

A guard immediately handed Fan Tong an item wrapped in animal hide.

Fan Tong carefully opened the animal skin, revealing a gem inside that shimmered with a strange light.

This gem was a spoil of war captured after a fierce battle. At the time, everyone only thought it was dazzling, but no one knew its purpose.

Fan Tong held the gemstone high above his head, muttering incantations.

The brilliance of the gemstone grew stronger and stronger, eventually projecting a blurry image onto the walls of the council chamber.

The images flickered, and some strange creatures could be vaguely seen moving around, along with a swirling black mist.

"This is..." The elders exclaimed in amazement. They had never seen such a magical treasure before, and they never expected that Fan Tong would be able to use it.

"This is the view from afar!" Fan Tong said in a deep voice. "Those creatures are the enemies that are about to arrive!"

As the images gradually became clearer, everyone could clearly see a small black torrent approaching the tribe.

These creatures were tall and had ferocious faces, exuding a chilling aura.

"Oh no, they're here!" the Crimson Warrior exclaimed.

"Prepare to meet the enemy!" Fan Tong gave the order decisively, his eyes flashing with determination.

On the open ground outside the tribe, Fan Tong, the purple-haired youth, and the Crimson Flame Warrior led a team of elite warriors, ready for battle.

In the distance, the black torrent drew ever closer, like a black tide sweeping in.

"Kill!" the Crimson Flame Warrior roared and charged out first.

The battle was about to begin. Although the enemy was few in number, their strength should not be underestimated.

They brandished bizarre weapons and launched a fierce attack.

Fan Tong and the others fought back fiercely, but for a time they were overwhelmed by the enemy's offensive.

"Hold your ground!" Fan Tong shouted, brandishing his longsword as he unleashed a flurry of sword energy that forced back the approaching enemies.

The Crimson Flame Warriors fought with increasing ferocity, wielding their giant axes with tremendous force, felling their enemies to the ground.

The tribespeople stood at a distance, cheering them on, their morale soaring.

Just as Fan Tong and the others were about to repel this vanguard force, a powerful energy fluctuation suddenly came from afar.

The fluctuation came so suddenly and so intensely that it felt as if the entire earth was trembling.

Fan Tong's longsword stopped in mid-air. He raised his head, looked into the distance, and his expression was solemn.

"The real crisis... has only just begun."