บท 887: Ancestor Soul

The air started distorting, and the space shook. Terrifying sounds echoed as the air turned into gales like those cast by a 9th Rank Archmage.

Seeing the power of this translucent giant, the aura of the Raging Flame Beastmen grew even more powerful and seemed to even ignite transparent flames towards the horizon. 

In the distance, the faces of the humans had greatly changed.

Lin Yun frowned. He had recognized it. The only difference was that there had been no sacrifice at the start, but he truly hadn't expected that a Priest would actually summon a Beastman Ancestor Soul's totem at an altar.

The totemic pillar was over a hundred meters tall, and it was the totem that the Raging Flame Beastmen believed in. After appearing on the battlefield, it automatically made all the Raging Flame Beastmen fearless, no longer restricted by any inhibitions.