The tribe was surrounded by mountains built from dark gray rocks that shimmered with a metallic luster under the sunlight.
Before even stepping foot inside, a series of immature voices reached the young man's ears.
"Heaven and earth collapse, man shall not fail, if to live or die, not betraying family, soul returns, Human Ancestor fights, driving away the Hundred Clans..."
The chanting of the children seemed to come from the depths of time, filled with an ancient and fierce fighting spirit.
It was less of a nursery rhyme and more of a battle hymn.
"Essence, Qi, spirit, quite good!" Liang Hui, looking at the figures in black battle armor with elevated fighting spirit in the village, nodded lightly.
Such a pervasive aura of battle was not possessed by every Divine Soldier under the Divine Court.
However, the living environment in this village was very poor.
"Guest, from where do you come?" a voice called from the entrance of the village.
