The mechanical design of the humanoid mecha, along with its posture, brought about a unique sense of oppression.
Below.
Qi Chuan held a flat fragment of beast bone high with both hands and walked slowly to the front of the crowd.
On the bone fragment.
Lines of secret text were engraved.
In the next moment.
Led by Qi Chuan, the tribe members behind him fell to the ground like a tidal wave.
Qi Chuan held the bone fragment high, speaking not in the language of the Great Wilderness, but rather in a peculiar rhythm, as if reciting scriptures.
At the back.
Accompanying his whispers, the members before him prostrated themselves on the ground.
Qin Jin observed this scene.
"It appears similar to our first encounter, but seems more complete."
"In this view, is this the perfected ritual to form a contract with the Sacrificial Spirit?"
"Perhaps this is the ancient wisdom truly passed down among the Desolate Human Race."
