As the formation cracked under the relentless assault of Xinzi's Divine Blood Tide, some unfortunate Qiu clansmen suffered heart-stopping accidents. A middle-aged man dragging a crate of wing-shaped metallic treasures to a nearby ritual spot stumbled due to the tremors. The crate fell on his back, bringing down the wing-shaped treasures. As sharp as a sword master's qi blades, the metallic wings tore through the middle-aged man's back—turning him into a mess of blood, flesh, and bones.
"Father!" A nearby young man squealed at this scene, but as he too carried dangerous materials, he couldn't ignore the ongoing tremors to rush to his father's side. His eyes turned moist, rising towards the sky where Qiu Sanbao raced at the Hengye monarch.
