From a distance of ten miles off the Crescent Valley, Xiao Chen, who was on his heavenly horse, abruptly signaled his hand, and over six thousand warriors came to an abrupt halt.
"Tribe leader!" Standing next to Xiao Chen atop a bronze battle chariot, Shi Ya spoke in a deep voice with a touch of puzzlement flickering in his eyes.
"There is a scent of blood!" Xiao Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, detecting a faint smell of blood permeating the air.
"Tribe Leader, our six thousand troops are formidable as dragons, even if everyone suppresses their own aura, the short distance of ten miles will easily expose us to the Blood Clan!"
"Humph!" Captain Ding Shan snorted, "So what if they discover us? If they cannot detect the arrival of our six thousand troops here, then these scattered Blood Clan warriors really deserve their infamous reputation for ravaging the Great Wasteland for decades. They should have been slaughtered numerous times over by now!"
