"Vine God..."
Chi Shao was the first to react. Her face went pale as she stumbled towards the half-charred Divine Vine.
Immediately afterward, Jiang Xuan hurriedly followed, with other tribesmen closely behind.
The ground was cluttered with piles of rocks, making passage difficult. Jiang Xuan quickly led the warriors to clear away the rocks, carefully placing the broken and charred vines to the side.
Despite being charred, despite only a half remaining, the Divine Vine was still immensely grand, with some areas still flickering with small flames.
Chi Shao knelt before the Divine Vine, calling it again and again, yet received no response.
Jiang Xuan stood behind Chi Shao, his heart sinking further with each passing moment.
Originally, he thought the Vine Tribe was about to soar, but no one anticipated such a situation.
Losing the protection of the Totem God would make the Vine Tribe vulnerable to even the smallest of tribes.
