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

The light of the sacred object gradually faded, and the valley returned to tranquility.

Fan Tong held the warm jade in his hand, and a strange power flowed through his body.

He took a deep breath, turned around and walked towards the waiting girl in white and the Grand Elder.

The three quickly descended the mountain and returned to their tribe.

The tribespeople had already heard about the strange phenomena in the valley and were now anxiously waiting in the square.

Upon seeing Fan Tong return safely and bring back the sacred object, the crowd erupted in enthusiastic cheers.

The children jumped for joy, the women hugged each other excitedly, and the men patted Fan Tong's shoulders vigorously, expressing their admiration and gratitude.

Fan Tong handed the jade to Granny Ling, the most respected and wise woman in the tribe.

Granny Ling accepted the jade with trembling hands, her cloudy eyes gleaming with a strange light.

She examined the jade carefully, her thin fingers gently stroking its smooth surface, her brow furrowed and her expression serious.

Time ticked by, and the atmosphere grew increasingly tense; you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone held their breath, anxiously awaiting Granny Ling's conclusion.

Meanwhile, in another valley, Cangfeng was pacing back and forth, gritting his teeth.

He never expected that Fan Tong would be able to obtain the sacred object, which made him feel extremely angry and frustrated.

He summoned all his men, his face grim, and said, "Fan Tong, do you think you can rest easy now that you've obtained the sacred artifact? I will make you pay the price!" He waved his hand sharply and ordered, "Pass down the order: gather all troops and prepare to attack the tribe!"

In the tribe, Granny Ling finally spoke, her voice low and hoarse: "This jade is indeed part of a sacred object, but it hasn't been activated yet..." She paused, her gaze sweeping over everyone, and slowly continued, "We need to find a way to activate it, otherwise..."

The cheers in the square stopped abruptly, and worry was written on everyone's face.

The elder walked to Fan Tong's side, patted him on the shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "Fan Tong, the fate of the tribe is in your hands." Looking into the elder's firm eyes, Fan Tong knew how heavy the burden on his shoulders was.

He took a deep breath, looked resolutely into the distance, and said, "I will definitely protect the tribe!"

Just then, a tribesman on guard duty rushed over in a panic, shouting, "Something terrible has happened! Cangfeng is leading a large army towards our tribe..."

The sound of horns ripped through the valley's tranquility, startling a flock of birds that circled and cried mournfully.

Like a swarm of ants disturbed, the people of the tribe sprang into action, moving huge stones, reinforcing the village walls, and forging weapons.

The air was thick with the smells of tense sweat and the acrid smell of burning wood.

Fan Tong directed his people, his voice hoarse, like a rough stone rubbing against a dry wooden board.

His bare upper body was covered in sweat, which gleamed bronze in the setting sun.

The tribesmen carrying the giant stones groaned in pain from time to time, the rough hemp ropes digging into their shoulders, chafing their skin and drawing blood.

A young member of the tribe slipped, and a huge rock smashed into his leg, making a sickening cracking sound.

He collapsed to the ground in agony, clutching his injured leg and letting out a heart-wrenching scream.

The girl in white quickly rushed to the wounded soldier's side. She skillfully tore off a piece of her clothing and used it to bandage the soldier's wounds.

Her face was full of fatigue, and her eyes were dark, but she still mustered her spirits to comfort the injured members of her tribe.

As Fan Tong watched all this, he felt as if a huge boulder was pressing down on his heart, making it hard to breathe.

He walked to the girl in white and gently took her hand; her hand was cold and trembling.

"Thank you for your hard work." Fan Tong's voice was low and hoarse, filled with guilt.

The girl in white raised her head and forced a smile: "I'm fine, you're the one who's had the hardest time."

Night falls and the stars are shining.

A bonfire was lit in the valley, and the flickering flames reflected on the tired faces of the tribesmen.

Fan Tong walked to the edge of the cliff, gazing at the dark mountains in the distance, his heart filled with anxiety.

He took a deep breath, feeling the coolness brought by the mountain breeze.

The girl in white walked to his side and gently leaned on his shoulder.

They stood quietly, enjoying this moment of tranquility.

"Are you scared?" the girl in white asked softly.

Fan Tong shook his head: "I'm not afraid. I will definitely protect the tribe and protect you."

The girl in white hugged him tightly, burying her head in his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.

"I believe you."

Suddenly, Granny Ling's voice broke the silence.

She walked unsteadily to Fan Tong, leaning on her cane, her cloudy eyes gleaming with a strange light.

“Child,” she grasped Fan Tong’s arm with her withered hand, her voice trembling, “I…I understand…”

Granny Ling's withered fingers gripped Fan Tong tightly, and an astonishing light burst forth from her cloudy eyes, as if two embers on the verge of extinction had reignited into a raging fire.

“Child,” her voice was hoarse, yet filled with barely suppressed excitement, “the sacred relic…you must use your blood…to awaken it!”

Without the slightest hesitation, Fan Tong drew the dagger from his waist, the sharp blade slicing through his palm, and bright red blood dripped onto the jade.

The jade seemed to have been thirsting for blood, greedily absorbing it and emitting a soft white light. The light grew brighter and brighter, illuminating the entire valley.

A powerful energy surged from the jade, forming a transparent barrier that enveloped the entire tribe.

The barrier's surface shimmers with iridescent light, like a shimmering veil, yet it is indestructible.

In the distance, Cangfeng's army surged in like a black tide, their battle cries shaking the heavens and earth, and a chilling atmosphere permeated the valley.

They were consumed by the flames of revenge, determined to raze the tribe to the ground.

However, when they rushed to the barrier, it was as if they had hit an invisible wall. They were bounced back by a powerful force, falling over and screaming in agony.

Fan Tong stood behind the barrier, holding the sacred object in his hand, feeling the surging power within it, and a surge of heroic ambition welled up within him.

He raised the jade stone in his hand and shouted, "Fellow tribesmen, charge with me!"

Inspired by the power of the sacred object, the tribesmen were in high spirits and roared deafeningly as they followed Fan Tong out of the barrier and launched a counterattack against the enemy.

Fan Tong took the lead, wielding his stone axe with great force, each swing accompanied by the screams of the enemy.

He was like a tiger descending the mountain, unstoppable, and wherever he went, the enemy scattered.

Cangfeng was both shocked and furious as he watched his army suffer defeat after defeat.

He brandished his longsword, attacking Fan Tong frantically, the sword energy crisscrossing and flashing with cold light.

However, Fan Tong was not afraid at all. With the power of the sacred artifact, he neutralized Cang Feng's attacks one by one.

Just as Fan Tong was about to deliver a fatal blow to Cang Feng, Cang Feng suddenly pulled out a black magic artifact from his pocket.

The ritual implement was strangely shaped and exuded a chilling aura of darkness.

Cangfeng raised the magical artifact high above his head, chanting incantations. The artifact immediately emitted a thick black mist, which collided with the light of the sacred object, producing a piercing hissing sound.

A fierce wind howled through the valley, whipping up sand and stones, and changing the color of the sky and earth.

The two powerful forces clashed, causing violent energy fluctuations that made the entire valley tremble violently.

Fan Tong's heart sank as he looked at the scene before him... "What is this...?"