Chapter 289: Eagle Egg Devoid of Life Force

After a moment, he turned away with an embarrassed expression: "This eagle egg has no life force at all—didn't you notice?"

The Flying Eagle Shaman jumped to his feet and quickly stepped up to the eagle egg, his black-green shaman power gradually wrapping around the egg that the Xuehu Wu had just examined.

After a moment, his face suddenly darkened...

"Before leaving the tribe, I carefully checked and brought only eagle eggs with life force—how could this..."

Beside him, the Flying Eagle Tribe chief clenched his fists, staring at the egg before the shaman, unable to utter a sound for a long while.

Only after a while did he stagger over, clutching the eagle egg that had lost its life force, his whole body trembling.

Even though he was a mighty Golden Stage three-striped Beastfolk, he now cried like a little cub, and those in the cave could even hear the sound of his tears dripping onto the eggshell.

"This is his third offspring that has died."

The Flying Eagle Shaman's voice was hoarse, as if many suppressed roars were stuck in his throat, unable to be released.

The Xuehu Wu closed his eyes, said nothing, but continued forward, testing every eagle egg.

"Only these three still have life force, but it's already very weak."

The Flying Eagle Shaman wiped his face, his usually somewhat gloomy countenance now filled with dejection.

As a shaman of the tribe, he could not even find the cause behind each of the tribe's cubs dying one by one.

Even now, the Flying Eagle Tribe faces the threat of extinction.

Seeing his old comrade like this, the Xuehu Wu also felt uneasy; he stepped forward and patted his shoulder, saying, "I will now give a shaman's blessing to the remaining three cubs, to see if there's any way to strengthen their life force."

The Flying Eagle Shaman nodded: "Good."

They had known each other for hundreds of years, so naturally there was no need for much formality between them.

After a moment, the tribal altar was surrounded by Beastman Warriors, and the tribespeople were notified not to approach the altar.

At that moment, ten eagle eggs were neatly placed upon the altar.

"Tiger, can your shaman power hold up?"

The Flying Eagle Shaman looked worriedly at the Xuehu Wu before him and said,

The Xuehu Wu smiled and glanced at him: "Don't underestimate me; though I look a bit rushed, my body is still young—I am a man in my prime as a shaman."

Having said that, he lightly touched the ground with his shaman staff; with the aid of the staff and the altar, the Xuehu Wu's inner shaman power became purer and stronger, instantly forming an azure cocoon that enveloped the ten eagle eggs.

As his shaman power connected with the ten eagle eggs, the Xuehu Wu instantly sensed the lively life force within the eggs, but the few that had lost life force remained utterly lifeless, showing no reaction.

After pouring one-third of his own shaman power into the three eagle eggs, the Xuehu Wu then somewhat wearily withdrew his power.

Both the Snow Tiger Clan chief and the Flying Eagle Clan chief stood anxiously below the altar, yet dared not step onto it.

The Flying Eagle Shaman stepped forward to support the Xuehu Wu's arm, his eyes full of worry and anticipation: "Are you all right?"

The Xuehu Wu smiled and nodded: "You old comrade rarely come to see me; fortunately I haven't disappointed you—the life force of those three eagle eggs is now very strong; if it doesn't drain away, continuing like this, they will surely hatch within half a month."

Hearing this, the Flying Eagle Shaman's hand holding the Xuehu Wu's began to tremble uncontrollably: "Really?"