The invader force that descended on this location consisted of exactly 4,000 members.
A significant number, but primarily comprised of low-level foreign races.
The purple-haired leader of the foreign race, although only ranked sixth in power, held a position of respect and influence far surpassing that of ordinary high-level foreign races.
That's one reason why the foreign race woman was so excited to hear his praise.
Named Yi Xuan, this purple-haired man was as renowned for his stunning looks as he was for his high status amongst the foreign races.
At this very moment, a young boy, his face smeared with dirt, emerged from the woods.
He carried a load of firewood on his back, his clothing was worn and tattered, and his height was below average.
His petite frame seemed even smaller in comparison to the pile of firewood he bore on his back.
Thus, his knees were slightly bent, and his posture stooped, unable to stand upright.
