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The Ancestral Altar lay dormant. After much effort to summon even a flicker of its power, it now slipped back into slumber right before their eyes. This was not what the Myriad Limb Clan wanted to see. The clan leader's face was etched with a chilling intent to kill.

He reached out with a massive hand, letting his terrifying aura of malice spread. "Hand it over," he demanded