The continuous sounds of drums, horns and shouts were so loud that even the sky was shaking; the roars of the battle beasts and birds started a fierce gust of wind, violently swaying the jungle in the vicinity of hundreds of miles.
The Fire Crow Clan and Fire Leopards Clan warriors quickly drew back to the top of the cliff through the winding trail hidden in the wood of thorns, guarding the only trail that led to the top of the cliff.
Maguspriests of the Fire Leopards Clan ruthlessly beheaded those captured from the Blood Crocodile Clan and Ghost Frog clan one after another, with bitter and sad expressions on their faces. Daggers, made from obsidian, tore those captives' necks apart. Once the fresh blood shed out of their broken necks, a burning-hot gust of wind would come roaring over, rolling all of the blood away. Afterwards, every single drop of fresh blood would be absorbed by the ancestors' banner of the Fire Leopards Clan, which was raised once again.