Bab 328: Influence

"There's no other choice, we can only awaken the Ancestral God as our last form of resistance! Once the hollow falls apart, we shall each escape with a portion of the treasures!"

As the key leaders of the hollow, these members of the Golden Horned Wing Tribe immediately understood what was happening and planned accordingly.

"Kaboom!"

A gigantic hexagram appeared on the ground, its centre was the palace's Ancestral God Hall.

Immediately, a serene aura could be felt. It was as though something that was in 10,000 years of deep sleep had suddenly awoken.

"Ancestral God, please complete your last duties!"

Six members of the Golden Horn Winged Tribe kneeled down as tears flowed down their faces. In an instant, they turned into six streams of meteors and flew into the horizons.

"Don't think about leaving!"

Suddenly, the world paused for a moment.

Even the destruction of the hollows seemed to stop for a moment.