As each sentence fell, no one dared to truly defy Yang Chen's idea at this moment.
Feng Wuyang and Murong family's ancestor sat there, snorted coldly, and looked at the great tribes and small tribes nearby who were muddling through the mess with disdain. Could they not see through the minds of these tribes in their fights? When the fighting stopped, they started to distribute resources, and they all jumped out quickly?
Yang Chen was actually being merciful.
If it were Feng Wuyang, giving them a little bit would be enough for them.
Yang Chen left so much, which showed that Yang Chen was a kind-hearted person. After all, the various tribes in the wilderness were the forces of the wilderness, and Yang Chen's consideration was very thoughtful. But who could have imagined that these white-eyed wolves couldn't be fed enough!
