Chapter 1145: Bad News

The speaker was the Southern Branch Chief. His face was tight with anger, and his fists clenched until the veins stood out on his forearms. Over the past eighteen years, the Sacred Clan had withered. Major factions from all sides circled like vultures around an easy target, carving away whatever they could. The Blade God's Holy Land was no exception. To save face, they didn't move against us openly, but they took plenty of shots in the dark. The two Ancestors had been in seclusion and knew little...