On the altar, a little blood light continued to shine, faintly carrying a strange power.

Artis glanced at it and sneered.

On the altar, there is a unique fluctuation, which seems to have sealed a trace of the power of the Demon King. If someone dared to step forward, they will inevitably be backlashed.

However, for him, this 1 is in vain.

On Artis, the blood strength suddenly changed, and a strange force field appeared, seeming to have traces of destructive power, faintly echoing the power on the altar.

Then, Artis quickly stepped forward and took away all dozens of blood beads of the condensed essence in it.

He looked at the demon gradually moving forward behind him, his body flashed, and he sprinted directly in one direction.

After Attis had walked for a while, with a roar, two tall four-armed demon men swarmed around, looking at the empty altar and the corpse with the head exploded, and couldn't help but be angry.

"Who is it!" a demon roared looking at the empty altar in front.

On his body, at this time, a little magic pattern gradually lighted up, spreading to the surrounding with a powerful force, causing the surrounding demons to tremble involuntarily.

And beside this demon, another four-armed demon, Kari, also had a gloomy expression: "Damn, the essence of the altar has been stolen. If the kings know about it, we will not end well."

Hearing his words, the surrounding demons couldn't help shaking, and a trace of fear flashed in their eyes.

"Chasing!" the previous four-armed demon roared, with deep tyranny in his eyes.

"It's too late." Kari shook his head: "Now, we can only capture this oasis as soon as possible."

"In this oasis, there are still a large number of tribes. As long as we start before these people escape, we can still make up for the loss tonight."

He looked at the altar in front of him and calmly analyzed.

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On the other side, Artis quickly walked to the outside world, watching the sparse vegetation and the aura of desert gradually permeating, and he couldn't help stopping.

"Patriarch!"

"Yar!"

In the front, after seeing Attis, the figures gradually walked out of a secret corner. The current person is the elder who led Attis here before.

"Yar, you are hurt!" The elder looked at Attis, who was stained with a little blood in front of him, and was shocked.

In response, Artis shook his head: "Elder Aida, I can't stay here anymore."

"The devil suddenly appeared and slaughtered the tribe gathered here. We must return to the tribe as soon as possible."

He looked at the distance and resolutely said: "I will rest here tonight, and tomorrow, I will rush home immediately."

At this time, with the appearance of demon kings in this area, it means that the eyes of those demon kings have shifted here, and they are about to make great progress.

Not to mention, Artis also took away the blood essence of those demons who worked so hard to condense them, which further urged them to march south.

After all, if they don't want to be stripped alive by their own king, they will desperately complete the task and collect enough sacrifices.

That night, Attis and others rested in a cave.

This is a place discovered by Elder Aida, it is very secret, and it is far away from the killing place, so it is still safe.

In the hole, Artis held a blood-colored ball in his hand and squeezed it lightly.

Suddenly, the blood beads shattered and gradually disappeared, turning into a little pure blood power attached to Attis' body.

Seeing this scene, Artis smiled slightly. In his body, a bloodline seed was rippling, with little fluctuations constantly emanating, absorbing the power of the pure bloodline that escaped from the outside world.

With the occurrence of this reaction, the power of pure blood from the outside world slowly poured into the body, flowed slowly along the blood, and finally condensed into the blood seeds.

With a slight fluctuation, the blood seed began to swell, and it seemed to be much stronger in this round.

"It's almost not far from the first level..."

Sensing the strength in his body, Artis thought in his heart, and then smashed dozens of blood beads at once.

At this time, the huge bloodline power was almost condensed into substance, and it turned into a little blood-red mist to cover the surroundings, and was sucked little by little.

When a peculiar blood seed moved, a little brilliance radiated out, driving the whole body's blood to go further.

There was a crackling sound flashing on Artis' body, and at this moment it began to transform, directly to the level of a first level.

On the second day, it had just dawned. Artis took a group of people on the way home.

Compared to the last time, the journey this time seems to be very smooth.

After Attis broke through, the powerful aura escaped, directly squeezing all the beasts in this area, only dared to observe Attis and his party from a distance, but dared not to step forward.

As dusk approached, the dilapidated village match was in sight. Behind Atis, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the nerves that had disintegrated began to gradually ease.

After all, being peeped by countless monsters that usually shunned in the wilderness, even if Atis was there, it would still feel pressure.

Behind Attis, Cathy, dressed in a white robe, hugged her younger brother, watching the village game in the distance and the figures in it, with curiosity in her eyes.

"Do you want to evacuate?"

At night, Elder Aida looked at Artis in front of him, his face a little ugly.

Opposite, Attis nodded: "The demon princes in the north have begun to send people to hunt here. The oasis before has been bloodbathed at this time."

"Our tribe is not far from there. If we don't leave now, those demons will come to us sooner or later."

Hearing this, Aida's eyes shrank, a trace of fear flashed, and then a wry smile: "You are right."

He slowly stood up and looked at the land around him that he had been familiar with for decades: "It's just that the reaction of the people is nothing. But in the desert, the oasis suitable for survival is too scarce. Even if we want to move, we are going to move. Where can I move to..."

He shook his head and smiled bitterly.

However, in the face of this, Artis smiled mysteriously and did not continue to speak.

Seeing this, the elder hesitated on his face, looked at Atis, and finally nodded.

That night, before the bonfire in the center of the tribe, Artis announced the incident.

Not surprisingly, although most of the people were silent, they eventually chose to support Attis.

This is caused by the accumulation of Adis's prestige.

Originally, the predecessor of Attis turned was very prestigious in the tribe, and since awakening, it has suppressed the surrounding monsters, making the tribe live a long time of happiness.

Under this premise, although the future was unknown at this time, everyone still believed in Atis almost blindly, and chose to leave the place where they had lived for decades.