When the people in the arena heard the words of the elderly man in the black robe, nearly two hundred native residents' faces changed simultaneously.
Li Shiqin, Little Baldy, and Yan Tianqi had also arrived at the scene by this time. After hearing what the black-robed elder said, Li Shiqin and Little Baldy were somewhat puzzled.
"Sacrifice a young girl?"
Yan Tianqi's brows were slightly furrowed. She and Chen Yuan had learned some information yesterday and didn't expect them to come so soon today.
At that moment, after a brief silence, some of the native men erupted.
"Mopti, what do you mean by this? Didn't you say there would be no more sacrifices tonight?"
"That's right, as the chief of our tribe, how can you deceive us?"
"We've already sacrificed seven girls this year, what more do you want? These are all living souls!"
