章 394: A Seven-league Stride

Ever since the totem pole of the tribe had been completely remodeled, the hundreds of thousands of natives who had been shouting at the top of their lungs finally quietened down at once.

When Zhang Lisheng swept his gaze over them, the natives silently buried their heads in the soil, trying to huddle their entire bodies to become smaller. Even though the previous praising songs had stopped, and there was only breathing sounds left, the scene of devout worship became more solemn and sacred under the empty night sky.

"Hmm, this feels good…" Looking afar towards the kneeling bodies and black back of the heads, an impassioned satisfaction once again rose in the heart of Zhang Lisheng who had already become accustomed to the Hellfire tribesmen's worship.