The dozens of forces in the East, South, and North of Fengyun mountain were all silent. They were all waiting with serious expressions.
"They're here!"
Someone suddenly spoke.
Everyone's eyes turned to the West.
There, figures were flying over.
"They are indeed barbarians!"
Lu Ming's gaze flickered.
There were a few thousand people flying from the West. Among them, there were a few hundred people. They were all tall and burly, wrapped in beast skins. Some were old and some were young. They were the barbarians.
As for the others, they were obviously subdued by the Barbarian race and had turned to them.
Soon, the people of the Barbarian Alliance arrived and landed.
"Hahaha, it seems that you're quite punctual!"
A loud laugh came from the Barbarian race. An unusually burly young barbarian stepped out, and his voice spread throughout the entire scene.
"Man ke!"
Lu Ming narrowed his eyes slightly.
