Liang Hui stood up, his body's glowing light retracting into his Qi Sea.
He looked outside the stone hut with interest.
Figures clad in battle armor dashed out towards the exterior of the tribe.
The clanging of steel rang continuously.
Even the elderly and children, armed with simplistic weapons, hid in corners, ready to fight at any moment.
"Worthy of being a tribe that has survived in the vast wilderness."
Liang Hui nodded, stepped forward, pushed open the Stone Gate, and walked outside the tribe.
In the murderous and fierce atmosphere of the tribe, the youth resembled a prince of chaos, his robes fluttering freely with the wind.
In a few steps, he had exited the Green Rock Tribe and saw one of the great enemies of the Human Race in this realm, the Immortal Race.
