"Please have mercy on us, prophet, and guide us to survive."
Inside the cave, the other cave dwellers also knelt down and begged.
"Forget it!"
"Since that's the case... then I'll just look at the future of the Cave Clan!"
The prophet was soft-hearted after all. Seeing everyone begging, he couldn't help but sigh. Then he took out a tortoise shell from his arms, but there were already large cracks on it, as if it would be completely shattered with just a little force.
The prophet carefully placed it in front of him, then muttered something, and a strange wave suddenly dissipated and covered the tortoise shell.
A magical scene appeared.
Suddenly, a strange spot of light appeared on the tortoise shell, gradually gathered together, and finally suddenly entered the prophet's mind.
boom!
At this moment, the prophet's aura dropped rapidly, and his originally pure white hair and beard lost even more vitality, gradually withered, and even fell off.
A thick smell of death permeated the air.
His body suddenly began to shake, and his eyes seemed to have seen something terrible, with a hint of fear in them.
Crack!
A crisp sound.
The tortoise shell in front of the prophet suddenly broke, shattered into powder and fell to the ground.
"prophet!"
Seeing this scene, everyone present was shocked.
The origin of this tortoise shell is unknown, but it is extremely magical. It is a treasure that has been passed down for countless years by their cave dwellers. Only the prophets can master it, but now... it is broken?
"I saw it... I saw it..."
Before they could recover from their shock, they heard the prophet muttering constantly, and his pupils shrank rapidly.
"Prophet, Prophet...what do you see?"
Maura asked subconsciously.
"I saw it... I saw the future. The cave collapsed, my people died, and the blood gathered into a river... I saw... the end of our cave clan!"
The prophet murmured.
When he finished the last sentence, he suddenly froze, and then his body suddenly stiffened.
The next moment.
The whole person was like a withered plant, his body quickly shrank and dried up, and finally... he became completely motionless.
This scene shocked everyone present.
Everyone, including Mora, stood there in a daze.
After a long time, someone finally came to his senses. With a look of disbelief in his voice, he murmured, "The Prophet... has fallen?"
This sentence brought everyone out of their daze.
They felt the dead aura on the prophet and were suddenly filled with grief, with a hint of pain in their eyes.
prophet.
He is the wise man of their cave clan, able to predict the future and guide them forward.
It can be said that he is the most important existence in the entire ethnic group!
And now...
The Prophet has fallen!
The guiding light of their entire tribe was gone, and for a moment, everyone was confused and didn't know what to do.
"The prophet has fallen, the tortoise shell has shattered, what will become of us in the future?"
"Especially the scene the prophet saw before his death. Could it be the future of my cave clan?"
"Could it be... that the end of our cave clan has really come?!"
Each warrior looked panicked and shocked, unable to conceal their feelings.
"boom!!!"
Just as they were panicking, a violent explosion suddenly sounded.
Then, violent explosions continued to sound from above their heads, and the deep cave where they were located began to shake violently.
"what happened?"
"what is going on?!"
"Why are these explosions happening?"
They shouted loudly.
As if giving a response.
A cave dweller with a cultivation base at the Cave Heaven King level ran in with a panicked look on his face: "No, this is bad... Those humans are breaking in! They're coming!"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present suddenly changed color.
"It's humans, they're here for revenge!"
"They definitely know about our collusion with the beasts, and they're coming for revenge!"
"It's over, it's over, our cave clan is completely finished!"
All the war gods and warriors panicked.
"What are you panicking about?"
At this moment, Mora suddenly shouted.
He immediately stood up, a cold look in his eyes. "Even if the prophet foresaw the doom of our cave people, what can we do? Even if these humans come, what can we do? Our cave people will never be destroyed so easily!"
"How many years has the human race developed since the Cataclysm? Only two hundred years, while my clan has had ten thousand years to recuperate and develop. We have countless trump cards in our back pocket. As long as we don't leave, the human race won't be able to attack us!"
"And now, these humans actually dared to intrude on our own initiative. We will make sure they never return!"
The words were cold and horrible.
Then.
He glanced at the people present and said in a cold voice: "If you don't want to die, then follow me and fight these powerful humans. If you can kill them, you can still fight for a chance of survival!"
After saying that, without waiting for their answer, Mora immediately circulated his energy and blood. His whole body was like a stream of light, directly penetrating the countless mud above his head and instantly soaring into the sky.
Behind him, the war gods of the cave clan hesitated for a moment and then followed Mora out.
Just as Maura said.
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