Long before the scattered soldiers of the Evil Spirits Tribe arrived at the mountain path, scouts from the Gu Yuan Tribe who were tracking them had already relayed the news back.
"The Evil Spirits Tribe is coming!"
On the narrow path outside the valley, ancient trees as thick as a few men embracing fell down, turning into dust. A majestic aura pushed forward, with thousands of black figures revealing their forms in such a reckless manner, as if no matter what was blocking them up ahead, they would shatter it.
At this moment, Xiao Chen was also hidden underneath of a pile of chaotic stones, looking towards the black dragon at the entrance of the mountain path. The rich aura of death was completely unmasked, stirring in the depths of the ancient forest, as if unconcerned about infuriating the powerful, ferocious beasts deep within the forest.
