In the blink of an eye, the snow wolf pulled the war chariot away. The two warriors stared intently at the retreating chariot. The blood-colored figure on the chariot seemed as if he had stepped out from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Just one glance immersed them in a sea of blood.
The strong aura of death made their muscles and bones contract, their hair tremble, and a burden like a mountain pressured their backs, making breathing difficult.
Only when the chariot had traveled far away did the two make a move. Their respectful bows had long since stiffened. Both were merely Bone-Tempering Realm warriors, and their courage had been shattered.
"They are heading to our Mountain Hawk Tribe!"
Ultimately, one of the warriors said stiffly after swallowing and calming himself down.
"What on earth does that mysterious tribe want to do? They not only detained our war masters and reduced them to slaves but also injured our tribe's elders. Aren't they being excessively greedy?!"
