"Not good!" Chief Greenwood's face changed, and he shouted out sharply. "It's the blight core of the spirit vein! That's the foul core formed from years of decay inside the spirit vein. It's packed with blighted force. Master Chance may not be able to withstand it!"
Elder Alder's expression shifted too, and he quickly said, "Clan Chief, we need to help him! If anything happens to Master Chance, the spirit vein will never be restored!"
Chief Greenwood did not hesitate for even a moment. He threw his hand up at once.
Wood-aspected spiritual power surged out of Chief Greenwood's body. Green spiritual light rushed together and condensed into a massive palm, then slammed straight toward the center of the stone altar.
The other elders moved at the same time. Each of them drove their spiritual power forward, gathering it into streaks of spiritual light. Those streams poured into Chief Greenwood's giant palm, and together they charged at the blight core of the spirit vein.
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