self, merging with the mirage and resisting the darkness all around."This is the sacred object of the Ginger clan, one of the Nine Clans, the Mirage!"At the same time, a youthful voice echoed in Ginge..."Junior Sister!"

Seeing Situ Jing fall, Dongfang Bo let out a surprised exclamation from his mouth. In a hurry, he waved his sleeve, and a gentle force gently supported Situ Jing's fallen body.

Then, a mouthful of blood spurted from Dongfang Bo's mouth, exploding in the air and dispersing into a cloud of blood mist. It quickly congealed into an altar!

A square altar stood before them, upon which nine round stone stelae were erected.

The Shrine of the Silent Tribe!

As the altar appeared in the heavens and earth, Dongfang Bo's hands were also rapidly forming countless hand seals, striking heavily upon this altar.also became brave and skilled warriors, cold and ruthless.For such people, they wouldn't really care about a new face entering here. What they truly need to worry about is how to repel the demonic bea...