After such a fierce battle, all was desolation. It was but a choice between survival and destruction. Years of oppression for the Gu Yuan Tribe had vanished at this very moment.
"Brave warriors, today we have won a great victory. Still, hundreds of valiant soldiers have shed their blood on the battlefield, loyal to the tribe till their last breath. The Gu Yuan Tribe will not let their bodies lie in the wilderness; we will honor them for generations."
As the survivors begin to clean the battlefield and attend to the wounded, Xiao Chen glanced at Ding Shan, Shi Ya, and several others, and continued, "Our Gu Yuan Tribe won the battle against the Xuan She Kui Shui Tribes, but our losses are also significant. As for the threat of the Bao Xiang Tribe, it is far away from us. Even for Xiang Mo, it will take considerable time to recover from the severe injuries I inflicted on him, so the chief of that tribe won't be faring much better."
