Inside the council tent of the Lie Mountain Tribe, the atmosphere was oppressive and heavy.
The news of the cultivators fleeing had already spread throughout the Lie Mountain Tribe.
They had already experienced a major defeat, initially believing Gonggong and Zhurong had been captured.
Shennong sat at the head position, his face gray, his eyes revealing exhaustion and helplessness.
Beside him, Ting Yao gently stroked his back, trying to offer a thread of comfort.
In the tent, other elders and cultivators looked solemn and silent, an invisible tension permeating the air.
"Gonggong and Zhurong have actually defected to Jiu Li…"
Shennong's voice was low and hoarse, tinged with a disbelief and pain that was hard to accept, "They were the backbone of the Lie Mountain Tribe…"
Due to Gonggong and Zhurong defecting to Jiu Li, an increasing number of tribe members decided to head to Jiu Li.
