Chapter 963: One Mistake After Another

ing at the nine flying snowflakes before him, a sigh of relief escaped his heart.Everything has been going very smoothly so far.As long as I set up another teleportation array, I can safely bring all...The appearance of nine identical arcane patterns signifies that the sacrificer has finally unleashed his full power.

These nine desolate patterns, following along the body of the sacrificial victim, along his feet, quietly surged into the depths of the platform that was already riddled with holes, and then flowed towards the Five Peaks of the Great Wilderness.

"Boom boom boom!"

Just as Jiang Yun was about to step onto the sixty-seventh staircase, nine earth-shattering booms suddenly rang out.

Suddenly, a powerful aura surged within the entire expanse of Wǔfēng.

Under this breath's influence, the five peaks of Great Wilderness, shaped like a palm, seemed to transform into a real hand. The five fingers began to bend rapidly.

"Sacrifice, what are you doing in Qiany"

This scene not only shocked everyone once again, but also made Huang Junyan and Huang Lao almost shout in unison.

And as they both spoke, their figures simultaneously flickered, one dashing towards the Five Peaks of Desolation, and the other towards the sacrificial altar.

Clearly, by this time, everyone was well aware that the Barbarian Clan's priestess, in order to avoid losing the wager, had recklessly attacked Jiang Yun.

Moreover, as a shaman, his relationship with the tribal totems of the barren tribe far surpassed that of other tribesmen. Therefore, he directly activated the power of the Five Peaks of Great Wilderness to kill Jiangyun.

If you can't afford to lose, don't bet with Ginger Cloud, and don't provoke him.

Since we've already gambled, even if we lose, it's not a big deal. It's just a matter of losing some face.

But to do so in front of so many people, on the territory of the Barbarian tribe, and using the power of the Barbarian tribe's sacred artifact to kill Jiang Yun, such an act would have extremely adverse consequences for the entire Barbarian tribe.

Although both Hou Junyan and Lao Hou were incredibly fast, the sacrificial priest had anticipated someone would try to stop him. Therefore, there was simply not enough time for them to react.

Before the old barren man set foot on the five peaks of the Great Desolation, those five mountains had abruptly bent together.

With a deafening roar that shook the heavens and earth, the five peaks of the Great Desolation clenched together like a fist.

The ginger clouds, being on it, were naturally held tightly in his fist, their lives unknown.

The sacrificial noodles sneered and said, "Jiang Yun, it looks like I won this bet!"

Just as the sacrificial words fell, Huang Junyan's icy voice followed closely behind: "Sacrificer, you went too far!"

Huang Junyan had arrived before the sacrificial altar. He stretched out his hand, and a stroke of arcane script writhed like a spiritual serpent, coiling around the body of the sacrifice.

Although facing the patriarch's personal attack, the shaman remained unfazed. A cold smile played on his lips as he coldly stared at Huang Junyan and said, "Patriarch, for the sake of a mere outsider cultivator, you would resort to attacking me!"

"It wasn't me who wanted to attack you," said Hou Junyan expressionlessly, "but because what you did was too excessive!"

"Excessive" A mocking smile crept onto the sacrificial priest's face as he said, "Would it be excessive for a foreign cultivator to take my life"

"Buzz buzz buzz!"

During the conversation, Huang Junyan's chaotic patterns had already tightly wrapped around the sacrificial body. Huang Junyan ignored him and directly turned his figure, flying towards the five peaks of Great Desolation.

From his appearance, it's clear he's already subdued the priest. Now, he needs to hurry and save Ginger Cloud.

Watching Huang Junyan's receding figure, the shaman's face grew colder, but he remained silent.

"How's it going!"

A-huang Jun Yan arrived beside the already clenched fist of Da Huang Wu Feng, and asked A-huang Lao who had also stopped here.

The old man shook his head and said, "The ritual used all of his power to activate the sacred artifact with nine desolate runes. Only when its power dissipates will the artifact be reactivated..."

However, before the old man could finish speaking, a deafening roar suddenly erupted from the five massive peaks of Dahuang Mountain, interrupting his words.

And in the deafening roar, the originally tightly clenched fists of the Five Peaks of Desolation seemed to loosen, as if they were about to open again, transforming into palms.

"This is..."

This scene once again shocked everyone and left people like Huang Junyan with expressions of astonishment.

Especially during the rituals, a hint of panic appeared on the face, which was already covered in a ghastly pallor.

As the Oracle has said, the current wielder of the sacred artifact of the Wasteland tribe is the Priest.

And since the sacrifice was intent on killing Jiang Yun, it naturally mobilized all its power.

Even the powerful figures like Huang Lao and Huang Junyan could not restore the sacred objects to their original state before this power dissipated, aside from worshipping themselves.

The sacrifice wouldn't be able to willingly withdraw its power and release Jiang Yun, but now, the Five Peaks of Dahuang clearly showed signs of recovering.

Only someone who is inside that fist could do this—Jiang Yun!

"I told you so, this kid isn't going to die!"

"With his terrifying intellect, he couldn't possibly have failed to anticipate that the sacrificial rites would inevitably strike back, preventing him from winning the wager."

At this time, Lu Lun's voice sounded again, and Lu Piaomiao also secretly let out a breath.

Just when the five peaks of Dahuang suddenly changed, he and Lv Ze immediately wanted to rush over to save Jiang Yun, but they were forcibly stopped by Lv Lun, who told them not to worry about Jiang Yun's safety.

They didn't quite believe it at first, but now they finally do.

As expected, under everyone's gaze, one finger of the Great Desolate Five Peaks was slowly lifting. It was extremely slow, obviously taking some time.

"Huang Junyan frowned slightly and turned back to the priest, "Priest, quickly remove your power. Before a bigger mistake is made, don't make another one!"

However, the priest's face contorted with malice. He glared ferociously at the finger of Great Desolation Five Peaks that was slowly rising, then shifted his gaze to Lord Huang Junyan.

"Chieftain, it seems that this humble shaman of mine is less important than this outsider boy."

"One mistake after another Everything I've done is for my tribe, I'm not wrong, you are, all of you are!"

"Now! I'm going to correct your mistakes!"

As his words fell, a blinding light erupted from the shaman's body, illuminating heaven and earth.

"Boom boom boom!"

And as this burst of light flared, the space hastily carved out by the barbarian tribe instantly erupted in a cacophony of explosions.

In the air, countless fissures madly spread, and on the earth, dark pits appeared continuously, making everyone's faces change again.

The sacrifice is meant to utterly destroy this space. Once that space is gone, it will be like the world exploding. Everyone inside the space, except for a few powerful individuals like Huang Junyan, will vanish along with it.

All members of the Wu Clan, spare no effort to protect this space and ensure that no outsiders are harmed!

At this time, the young chieftain, Hou Tu, suddenly opened his mouth and issued an order.

Although many of the Wild Tribe warriors immediately took flight and obeyed his command, most of the true power of the Wild Tribe, the majority of the Wild Tribe army, remained completely motionless.

Their eyes, they were looking at Arou!

Not until A-Lao nodded lightly did they suddenly spring into action, rushing in all directions.

Looking at the members of the Waste Clan heading out to protect this space, to safeguard all the cultivators from other races, a triumphant smile spread across the Priest's face.

However, when his gaze fell on Arahunyan, his smile froze instantly.

Because Hou Junyan was only gazing at himself, there was no trace of panic on his face.

Even his eyes flashed with a cold light!

This novel is first published on the Traditional Chinese Novel Website.On that indifferent face, a hint of smile flashed, and he nodded.Even though they might be distant and cold as strangers in a foreign land, through these years of interaction, he has also come to rega...