"Who are you? What do you want?"
Chi Hunzi frowned at this sudden turn of events, and a strong sense of unease welled up in his heart.
On the other side, when Feng Zhentian and the others saw Tushan Cangyue and the others, their expressions changed as well.
"Qingshan tribe?" He cried out in shock. There was an inexplicable fear and sadness in his words.
At this point, Feng Zhentian had already guessed the intention of the Qingshan tribe. They wanted to take advantage of the situation and suppress both the Tianfeng tribe and the Chiyue tribe.
It had to be said that their timing was really good.
Now, the only surviving old ancestor of the Tianfeng tribe was dead. Even the guardian of the tribe, Feng Changqing, had been captured. How could they resist the oncoming Qingshan tribe?
