The early wind rolled up the gravel, carving the ravines of the years in the northern wilderness. Hou Yi was half-kneeling on the ground, his rough palms caressing the freshly cooled demon wolf corpse, and the eye sockets penetrated by the arrows were still oozing with black blood. Behind him, thirty tribal hunters were gathering their prey, the light of the campfire dancing on their weather-beaten faces.
"Chief Yi, the hunt this time is enough for the tribe to survive the next month." Ayu, a young hunter, handed over the water bag, his eyes full of reverence.
Hou Yi raised his head and drank cold water. As his Adam's apple rolled, he caught a glimpse of a golden stream of light passing by on the horizon. The light fell in front of the Stonehenge not far away and turned into a messenger wearing a black robe. He recognized the costume - a Shangguan from the capital of the gods, who would only appear when conveying the will of the gods.
"Hou Yi received the order." The messenger's voice was calm, but with unquestionable coercion, "The western tribes covet the Border Sun Tower. If the demonic energy is seized by them, the mainland will fall into war. I order you to destroy the nine Border Sun Towers within ten days to protect all people."
