The elderly man's hand, which was gripping the black shadow, fell limp, and at this moment, the elder who appeared like a mountain in the eyes of most people, trembled uncontrollably.
"A hundred years, haha, another hundred years—it truly passes too quickly!" The words seemed tinged with self-mockery, yet also with a sense of deep lament.
The black shadow remained silent. He could empathize with the Supreme Sacrificer's emotions at this moment, but there was nothing he could do. The respected Supreme Sacrificer was equally powerless.
"This time, it will be those two tribes. Let them go to battle!" Finally, the Supreme Sacrificer's gaze fell into the void as he spoke.
"Yes!" The black shadow responded softly, without any hesitation.
On the giant mountain, the bright moon hung, and within the mountain's looming reflection, phantom images of colossal beasts were constantly shifting.
