klisemfg Chapter 157 Charming Fox Girl × Cold-Faced Wolf King 7
Chapter 157 Charming Fox Girl × Cold-Faced Wolf King 7
"Song'er, a member of the wolf clan is looking for me. Let's go back first. We'll go and meet the tiger clan tomorrow."
"Cangwu, every race can cultivate, can't that help us fight against so-called modern technology?"
Ji Xiaosong had seen Feng Cangwu use his spiritual power before, and it was very strong.
"I can't attack that woman directly, otherwise even I will suffer a backlash. After all, the position of Beast God in this world was passed down to me by someone else, and I haven't settled into my position yet."
"Isn't that simple?"
Ji Xiaosong's lips curled up slightly, and his eyes gleamed with confidence. "Although I don't have your powerful divine strength, don't forget that I've traveled through so many worlds and accumulated quite a few unique methods."
She gently took Feng Cangwu's hand and paced back and forth in thought as she spoke, "That woman relied on modern technology and rules that did not belong to this world, but there are also loopholes in the rules."
Ji Xiaosong stopped and looked at Feng Cangwu with a determined gaze: "I can use the treasures in my space, combined with the spiritual energy characteristics of the various races in the Beast World, to create a special formation that can interfere with her technological power. As long as we interfere with her smartwatch and those codes, her so-called advanced civilization methods will be greatly weakened. Moreover, I can also use the cultivation power of the various races in the Beast World to condense a force that can contend with her. At that time, we won't need to directly confront her technology; as long as we destroy the core of her plan, we can resolve this crisis."
After saying that, she patted her chest, her face full of pride, "Don't worry, this time I will definitely not let you down, nor will I let this world fall into chaos."
“The plan is good, Song’er. Let’s go back to the wolf clan first and then discuss it.”
Feng Cangwu, carrying Ji Xiaosong, returned to the wolf clan's own cave in an instant.
The wolf priest stood outside Feng Cangwu's cave, pleading repeatedly, "Chieftain, I have already informed the Beast God. Please, Chieftain, come and join me in the sacrifice."
Feng Cangwu, holding Ji Xiaosong's hand, strode toward the wolf clan priest, his expression becoming solemn and dignified: "Now that we have informed the Beast God, let us begin."
The wolf priest breathed a sigh of relief and quickly led the way.
Feng Cangwu followed behind and arrived at the sacred site of the wolf clan's sacrificial ceremony.
A huge bonfire blazed, illuminating the awe-inspiring faces of the surrounding wolf tribesmen.
Feng Cangwu stood before the altar, his hands forming a mudra, chanting incantations that echoed through the night sky.
As he moved, the surrounding spiritual energy began to surge, intertwining with the light of the campfire.
The high priest wore a long robe embroidered with mysterious runes, which seemed to come alive in the light of the leaping campfire.
He walked steadily to Feng Cangwu's side, first bowing deeply with solemn and devout gestures, then taking out a bone horn from his bosom.
The high priest placed the horn to his lips and blew it with all his might. The deep and resonant sound of the horn instantly pierced the night sky, like an ancient call that reached the depths of people's hearts.
As if summoned, the surrounding wolves raised their heads and howled, their howls and cries mingling together, as if proclaiming the existence and power of the wolf pack to the heavens and earth.
The high priest paced slowly around the altar, chanting: "Great Beast God, you are the supreme ruler of this vast land, the inexhaustible source of our power. Today, with hearts full of awe, we offer you our purest and most sincere respect."
His voice was powerful and resonant, with a clear rise and fall, as if carrying the weight of time, echoing in the night sky, as if he were truly conversing directly with the mysterious beast god.
"Now, we are mired in an unprecedented crisis. The strange power from another world, like a raging torrent, is trying to ruthlessly break the balance we have maintained for thousands of years. Beast God, we beg you to grant us endless wisdom so that we can find the key to resolve this crisis in this chaotic predicament; grant us great power so that we have enough ability to protect this land that nurtured us and to protect our people who are connected by blood."
The high priest's prayers, filled with deep emotion and urgency, echoed for a long time in the sacred sacrificial site.
The wolf clan members knelt down, their foreheads lightly touching the ground, their faces devout, silently chanting prayers. Their voices merged together, forming a powerful spiritual force.
The high priest stopped and gently placed the incense burner on the altar. Then, with a solemn expression, he drew a sharp bone knife from his waist.
His gaze was firm, and without hesitation, he gently made a cut in his palm. Crimson blood slowly dripped down, staining the altar.
He cried out, “With my blood I offer to the Beast God, may you hear our earnest prayers and grant us your steadfast protection.”
Feng Cangwu glanced at his forearm; the winding, root-like black spots had faded somewhat.
The faith of the people is their strength and their foundation.
Feng Cangwu had a sudden thought and decided to use the sacrificial ceremony to reassure his people.
He closed his eyes and concealed his aura, appearing calm on the surface, but in reality, he secretly mobilized his spiritual power, transforming it into fine threads that spread around him.
The threads of spiritual energy blended into the light and shadow of the campfire, merging with it.
In an instant, the bonfire leaped up, illuminating the sacrificial site as bright as day.
Feng Cangwu chanted a spell in a low voice, which, though soft, carried an invisible sense of oppression.
At the same time, strange phenomena suddenly appeared in the night sky.
Golden rays of light emerged, intertwining to form the silhouette of a massive and majestic beast.
The wolf pack members stared in shock, their faces filled with awe and fear.
The high priest stood frozen in place, nearly dropping his bone knife, and stammered, "This...is the Beast God descending?"
The tribespeople knelt down, kowtowed, and shouted the name of the beast god.
Feng Cangwu increased his spiritual power output, making the beast's shadow even clearer.
"The Beast God has descended! Our wolf clan will surely win the battle against the tiger clan!"
Feng Cangwu's voice was firm and resolute, and the wolf clan members listened with even greater confidence.
As dawn broke, an explosion rang out outside the wolf clan's territory.
Thick smoke billowed into the sky, and the pungent smell of gunpowder quickly filled the air.
The tiger warriors surged forward like a tide, their bodies agile, their muscles taut, their sharp claws carving marks on the ground, and their low roars seeming to tear everything in their path to shreds.
At the very front of the tiger clan's procession was Lin Wanwan, the woman who had traveled from the modern world.
She was dressed in a specially made combat suit, and a smartwatch on her wrist was flashing an eerie blue light.
A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, his eyes filled with contempt and arrogance: "Wolf Clan, today is your end."
With that, she raised her hand and waved it, and several homemade gunpowder shells were fired from the tiger clan's ranks, crashing into the wolf clan's defensive fortifications with a sharp whistling sound.