The Mecha Driver Is a Cultivator

Ding Yang’s expression remained unchanged as he took out the disguised communication device, placed it by his ear, and listened intently. With just one sentence, his expression suddenly became serious.

Putting away the communication device, he looked at Sheng Fang at the front of the team, whose face was serious but could not hide the worry in his eyes, and quickly said, ”Sheng Fang, I’ve received a message from our tribe. Our Lord Sacrificial Spirit has received the news and is rushing over.”

As soon as he finished speaking, those present, including Sheng Yi, showed excited expressions.

At this moment, a tribesman who had never been to the Sacrificial Fire Tribe spoke softly, ”This Iron-toothed Sacrificial Spirit is so powerful. Your tribe’s Lord Sacrificial Spirit, really...”

His voice grew weaker.

He did not continue, but others around revealed complex expressions as well.

Sheng Yi, standing behind Sheng Fang, swept his gaze around and shouted angrily, ”Do you not trust Lord Qi Mountain’s judgment?!”

”If you don’t believe in all of this, why did you step on this path? Why not stay in your hometown and wait for death!”

No one dared to respond.

In the sky, the battle continued.

One side was at its peak, the other nearing its end. This was a fight with a predetermined outcome. With every clash, the Golden Body of the Sheep Sacrificial Spirit grew dimmer, gradually weakening, while the Iron-toothed Sacrificial Spirit fought more fiercely!

And now.

As time passed, after another fierce collision, the massive figure of the Sheep Sacrificial Spirit, flying backward, showed spiderweb-like cracks on its Wish Power Golden Body, based on its own power.

Those were... cracks.

The Golden Body was not flawless.

When the Golden Body is no longer flawless, it means the Wish Power Golden Body has been breached!

As the spiderweb-like cracks appeared, during its flight backward, the Golden Body shattered with a roar, turning into scattered light. This seemed to be the last straw that broke Qi Mountain. Its body could no longer maintain in mid-air, plummeting towards the ground.

”Lord Qi Mountain!”

Accompanied by anxious cries, a dull thud echoed as it hit the ground.

The body of Qi Mountain crashed into the ground.

In an instant, the people of the Tu Yang Tribe surrounded it.

In mid-air.

The Iron-toothed Sacrificial Spirit maintained its Golden Body, looked down at it all, and coldly said, ”Stubborn old thing.”

Upon hearing this, the Tu Yang Clan People below raised their heads, showing anger.

”Tu Yang Tribe.”

Its voice was icy. Just as it was about to continue speaking, as if sensing something, its gaze shifted sharply to the distance.

Due to the existence of its Sacrificial Spirit, the Iron Teeth Tribe had a special talent in bird training. In this entire region, their clansmen patrolled riding fierce birds.

This was also the reason they discovered the main force of the Tu Yang Tribe.

At this moment.

At the edge of vision, those gigantic birds circling high in the sky, arrogant and fierce, seemed to be struck by some irresistible force. Without making any sound or resistance, they fell from the sky as if plunged into a pot!

During their fall, they had already fainted.

This strange scene drew everyone’s attention.

The Golden Body of the Iron-toothed Sacrificial Spirit wavered, and its gaze also turned to the distant sky.

Below.

The flames in Ding Yang’s eyes receded, and he looked at the other Tu Yang Clan People around him. Even though he didn’t mask it, he spoke with a tone of certainty.

”Our tribe’s Lord Sacrificial Spirit.”

”Has arrived!”

Just as he finished speaking.

On the distant horizon, the sky seemed to ripple, and a vast figure suddenly appeared, shuttling through the clouds. When it entered the clouds, it was still far away; when it exited, the distance closed again, moving at unimaginable speed.

The distant giant birds were still scattered; nearby, more people riding the birds tried to intercept the Tu Yang Tribe, but now they too began falling from the sky silently.

The Iron-Beaked Sacrificial Spirit Eagle’s expression remained icy to the extreme, with its Golden Body constantly fluctuating.

At this moment, it understood the reason for the falling birds.

Because an indescribable, terrifying pressure was coming from afar, spreading across the land. This pressure held an awe-inspiring intent, an unsurpassable aura, vaguely showing a pair of eyes, overlooking the world from the sky.

The Iron-toothed Sacrificial Spirit even sensed that under this pressure, its bloodline was trembling. It had to invoke the power of its Golden Body to resist, or it too would fail to maintain its place in the sky.

All eyes focused.

That figure entered the clouds and, upon reemerging, had already arrived, hovering in the sky, looking down below.

Ancient mythological legends were too distant now. Among the Desolate Human Race, not many had seen or even heard of a ”dragon.”

However, everyone from the three tribes below was certain that the newcomer must be an extraordinarily powerful being.

”Is that your tribe’s Lord Sacrificial Spirit?!”

Sheng Fang turned back, his eyes suddenly focusing on Ding Yang.

Beside him, Sheng Yi, although silent, showed through her confused eyes that she understood everything.

In contrast to the other members of the Tu Yang Tribe, she had genuinely visited the Sacrificial Fire Tribe and met the Fire Sacrificial Spirit—Ashes!

Ding Yang’s expression showed a hint of turbulence, but... the familiarity maintained by the Wish Power couldn’t be faked. Along with the information from the communication, he stayed calm and said, ”Our tribe’s Lord Sacrificial Spirit has broken through.”

Above the sky.

The sharp gaze of the Iron-toothed Sacrificial Spirit was firmly fixed on the newcomer. The trembling from deep in its bloodline alerted it to the newcomer’s extraordinariness, as it spoke with a slightly low tone, ”Who are you?”

”This is the territory of the Iron Teeth Tribe. Have you entered rashly, prepared to become enemies with the Iron Teeth Tribe?”

The Abyssal Dragon coiled in the air.

Inside the cockpit, Qin Jin’s expression was calm as he surveyed the scene.