The small cave world in the altar.

The old woman and the will of the ancient soul tribe looked at the scene in front of them and nodded secretly, thinking that Mo Ying's fighting level was very high.

"Is this girl really the last truly living creature of our Hungu Clan?" At this time, the Hungu Clan's Will asked.

"Yes." The old woman nodded.

"Why is this so?" the will of the ancient soul clan asked.

"In that battle ten years ago, we, the soul ancient tribe, paid the tragic price of all death, and finally wiped out the alien king of the cave and sealed the entrance." The old woman explained.

"In this case, this newly appointed high priest must spread the branches and leaves of our Hungu clan and create glory again." The will of the Hungu clan said.

The old woman and tens of thousands of other souls of the Hungu Clan are in the state of souls, unable to leave the island where the Hungu Clan's ancestral home is, nor can they reproduce.

It can be said that Mo Ying is the only seedling of the Hungu Clan.

She must shoulder the heavy responsibility of creating a race.

"A-ying is not a sow, how can she give birth to so many babies?" The old woman's face turned red, "Besides, she doesn't seem to like anyone yet."

"madness!"

The will of the Hungu people hates that iron cannot be made into steel. "Spreading branches and leaves is a long-term solution. Who told you that it can be completed in one generation? After several generations, dozens of generations, won't it be enough?"

"I didn't think carefully." The old woman quickly lowered her head.

At this moment, the secret realm behind the arch.

Mo Ying killed several low-level demon general-level cave alien creatures and collected a lot of demon pills.

She looked at the tall tower in the distance with a solemn expression.

The legacy of the Hun Ancient Clan is at the top of the tower!
Chapter completed!