"There is no alternate, only a fight to the death!"
The resounding voices, mixed with the will of iron-blooded warriors, echoed incessantly throughout the Great Hall.
"We are willing to fight to the death alongside the Chief!"
"At most, we fight to our death in the Great Wasteland. Would they dare to slaughter our 170,000 members without fear of the backlash of the human fortune, bringing calamity upon their own tribe!"
"This Great Wasteland belongs to our Human Tribe. Does Iron Mo really think he can block out the sky with one hand? The human fate will be evident, those who cause chaos in tribes and help others commit evils will indeed suffer misfortune!"
Xiao Chen did not respond, instead, he returned to his seat. His gaze scanned all the tribal people below. His clear eyes seemed to be able to see through the bottom of a person's heart. This time, as they met Xiao Chen's gaze, no one looked away. Their gaze steadfast, their expression resolute.
