Chapter 1271

• The ancestral lands of the Royal Clan.
• At that moment, a consciousness that had been dormant for untold ages awoke, emitting a putrid, decaying aura. A voice as cold as ice echoed, “The spirit of the Three-Form Spear has fallen. Who dared to do this?”
• The enraged voice reverberated throughout every corner of the Royal Clan's ancestral lands, causing all clan members to prostrate themselves on the ground with expressions of reverence.