The leader of the Indians?
Fu Xi and Gong Hao couldn't help but hold their breaths as they stared fixedly at the person walking over.
He was wearing a hat made of an unknown bird's feathers, which was especially beautiful. The colors on his face were two times more than that of other Indians. There was also a necklace made of animal skulls hanging from his neck, and bone skewers on his wrists and ankles, all of which showed his status among Indians.
But when they saw his face, they were shocked.
It was Gong Cheng!
"He's actually not dead and is still hiding in the Indian group." Fu Xi muttered in surprise as her gaze turned cold.
If Gong Cheng was taken as the leader by this group of Indians, then their situation would be precarious.
Gong Hao remained silent.
Gong Cheng walked up to them, smiled at them, and mouthed something.
"I'll send you on your way."
