[Many thanks to the Blood Slayer Tian Fang for their gift, thanks to one heroic brother's 588, and two monthly tickets from the not-so-great Autumn Wind Red Leaf]"This is the law of survival in the Great Wasteland, those who are weak must bear the blows, bow their heads, and become the objects of oppression and random killing by other tribes!"
Xiao Chen's tone was calm, showing no trace of other emotions, but each chieftain in the Great Hall felt a strong oppressive feeling. Everyone bowed their heads in deep thought, and the joy of their tribal strength sharply increasing naturally subsided a bit.