Unfortunately, despite the worry, Chen Shouyi had no way to help.
The distance from here to the island was unknown—countless kilometers away!
Even if he wanted to save those believers, he was utterly powerless.
He gazed at the brightest star in the sky, and in a daze, he saw a figure kneeling and praying devoutly,
she wasn't a priest from the tribe, nor the clan leader, but an inconspicuous, aged barbarian woman, whose dry face was etched with the wrinkles of time.
As an old and frail woman who could no longer bear children, her status in the tribe was nearly at the lowest level.
Yet, she was the most devout of his believers.
...
As soon as the ritual ended, preparations for battle quickly began.
The young and able in the tribe picked up long spears and swiftly hid in the cellar, ready to rely on the cellar for defense.
