"This is the statue of our ancestral forefather."
"Ever since our clan moved here, it has been enshrined here," Chi Quan immediately explained.
"Chiyou!"
"Witch Clan?"
Zhao Feng gazed intently at the statue before him, fully aware of its identity.
Carrying a long sword, riding an Iron-eating Beast, surrounded by a giant snake, resembling a giant.
Seeing this, Zhao Feng immediately thought of the Witch Clan.
However.
Yet this Jiuli Clan is somewhat different from the orthodox Witch Clan; they are the existence born from the union of the Witch Clan and the Human Race, the Human Witch Tribe.
"Right behind this is the altar. Thus, it seems that the Eight Cauldrons landing here must have a reason, deliberately arranged by someone," Zhao Feng pondered silently.
Then.
He bypassed the statue of Chiyou and proceeded towards the altar.
"Crown Prince."
"It's dangerous to get closer," Chi Quan hurriedly stepped forward to stop him.
Zhao Feng raised a hand.
