At this moment, the people of the Gu Yuan Tribe became somewhat frenzied. The weapons in their hands were ringing out in agitation. Each of them stared fixedly at Xiao Chen, their hearts howling for him to hurry and leave. Even if their tribe were to be annihilated today, there might still be a glimmer of hope for establishing a new tribe in the future.
"Clan Leader, leave quickly! With the speed of the Heavenly Horse, these robbers can't catch up with you. As long as you are alive, there's hope for our vengeance. Even if my Gu Yuan Tribe is extinguished today, even if the tribe's fortune is lost in the Great Wasteland, as long as you are living, we can start over and reignite the flame of destiny!"
