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Blackstone Tribe.

Raven stepped out of the stone house.

The sky outside was still that oppressive dark red.

The air was filled with a faint smell of sulfur and blood.

This is hell.

at this time.

The stone house was already surrounded by people.

Those tribe members who had dealt with Raven before and those who hadn't stood at a distance and watched.

I saw Raven come out.

The crowd surged back in a huge wave.

Everyone's eyes changed.

Awe, envy, jealousy, and fear.

The quiet, middle-ranking god boy who used to live in a remote corner is gone.

Instead, a high-ranking god appeared.

Raven kept his eyes straight ahead.

His gaze did not linger on anyone.

In his eyes, these people were too weak.

Then.

The two walked one after the other along the winding stone path of the tribe.

The Black Stone Tribe was built against the mountain.

The buildings here are mostly rugged and primitive, constructed entirely of hard obsidian.

The higher you go, the stronger the inhabitants become.

The tribal chief's palace was located at the highest point of the mountain.

It was a huge black fortress, like a crouching beast, overlooking the entire tribe.

We haven't gotten close yet.

A violent aura of lightning rushed towards us.

This is a demonstration of strength, and also a test.

Sak, who was walking ahead, looked somewhat pale.

Under this oppressive force.

As a high-ranking god who is refining his divine essence, every step he takes consumes a large amount of divine power.

He secretly glanced back at Raven.

Raven strolled leisurely, without even the hem of his clothes fluttering.

This level of pressure was nothing more than a gentle breeze to Raven.

"arrive."

Sak stopped in front of the palace gate, not daring to go in.

The gate was open.

It was pitch black inside, like a giant mouth.

Without hesitation, Raven stepped inside.

The palace interior was very spacious.

Only a few huge stone pillars support the dome.

At the very top of the main hall sat a burly man.

He wore dark purple armor, and his long hair stood up like steel needles, crackling with electricity.

Krasu, leader of the Blackrock Horde.

He is a high-ranking god who cultivates the laws of lightning, and also the only six-star demon in the Blackrock Tribe.

The moment Raven stepped into the hall.

Crassus suddenly raised his head.

Two beams of lightning, almost tangible, shot from his eyes, piercing Raven's gaze.

If it were an ordinary high-ranking god, being glared at like that would probably damage their soul.

This is a shock on a psychological level.

Raven didn't stop.

His eyes instantly became as deep as the sea.

The sword-shaped soul trembled slightly in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Clang!

A clear, crisp sword cry seemed to echo in the void.

The two bolts of lightning shattered in mid-air, turning into specks of firefly light and dissipating.

Crassus's pupils suddenly contracted.

He leaned back instinctively, his large hand on the armrest of the throne suddenly gripping it tightly.

He actually crushed the hard obsidian armrest into powder.

Such strong soul defense!

No.

It's not just about defense.

Just a moment ago, he felt an extremely sharp counterattack.

It was like a sword, about to pierce his throat.

"This kid..."

Crassus's contempt vanished instantly.

He originally thought that Raven had just broken through.

Even if Raven is a genius, he is still just an ordinary high-level god.

Therefore, he wanted to give Raven a hard time, so that it would be easier to recruit him later.

Unexpectedly, I ran into a brick wall.

This is hardly a novice.

This is clearly a hungry wolf that could devour its leader if he's not careful.

The atmosphere inside the hall instantly froze to freezing point.

The air was so heavy it felt like it was about to drip water.

Raven walked to the center of the hall and stopped.

They neither bowed nor spoke.

He just watched Krassus quietly.

His eyes were calm, so calm it was unsettling.

This eye contact lasted for a full ten seconds.

In the end, it was Crassus who broke the silence first.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

A burst of hearty laughter echoed through the hall.

Crassus stood up, his lightning aura receding, and a smile spreading across his face.

"Good! Good! Good!"

He said "good" three times in a row.

"I didn't expect that."

"My Blackrock tribe has such a genius hidden away."

Crassus's name has changed.

He went from being a "kid" in his heart to being called "Raven Brothers" on his lips.

this is the truth.

"You flatter me, Chief."

Raven's face remained expressionless; he simply nodded slightly.

He wasn't interested in such polite words.

Through the previous probing hands.

Raven has figured out Crassus's strength.

If we give it our all.

He was absolutely certain he could kill his opponent.

But Raven didn't want to do that.

He had no grudge against Crassus.

Having spent over a decade in the Blackrock tribe, he had also received some favors from Krasus.

As long as Crassus doesn't make things difficult for Raven.

Raven didn't want to directly turn against Crassus.

"The Raven Brothers".

"Now that you've broken through, I won't beat around the bush anymore."

"My Blackstone Tribe, although not a major power, is still quite well-known within a radius of ten thousand miles."

"I would like to invite you to serve as the second chieftain of the Blackrock Horde."

"His status is second only to mine."

"We can share all the tribe's resources."

"even……"

"I can give you forty percent of the tribe's annual profits from trading in the city."

Crassou walked down the steps.

He approached Raven and acted very friendly.

This is a very sincere price.

Forty percent of the profits would amount to millions of inkstones in wealth each year.

For an ordinary high-ranking god, this is definitely a huge sum of money.

Moreover, with the tribe as a backing, safety is also guaranteed.

Unlike lone wolves, they don't have to worry about being ambushed and killed by bandits every day in the wild.

Crassus felt that Raven had no reason to refuse.

After all, Raven has lived here for over a decade and should have some affection for the tribe.

however.

He was wrong.

Raven barely thought about it.

"Thank you for your kindness, Chief."

"But I refused."

Raven's voice was soft, but resolute.

Crassus's smile froze.

He hadn't expected Raven to refuse so readily.

"The Raven Brothers".

"Are you complaining about the compensation?"

"If you think it's too little, we can discuss it further."

"Fifty percent, how about that?"

"You just need to cultivate in the tribe and lend a hand when a powerful enemy attacks."

Crassus frowned, a hint of urgency in his voice.

Having a powerful figure, possibly a six-star demon, in charge is extremely important to the tribe.

This allows the Blackrock tribe to absorb surrounding smaller tribes and expand its territory.

"It's not about the money."

Raven shook his head.

His gaze passed through the entrance of the main hall and landed on the vast, distant horizon.

"I'm leaving."

"I'm not suited to staying in one place for too long."

A moment later.

Raven turned his head and looked at Krassus.

Stay in the tribe?

It's comfortable here.

But where would he get so many god-level powerhouses to kill and eat?

If he doesn't kill and devour, his strength will stagnate.

Can one comprehend the laws through their own intuition?

too slow.

This is something Raven is unwilling to accept.