The two simple words rang out from Meng Hao's mouth to fill the entire battlefield. When the Heavenly Pursuit Tribe heard the words, the sound of countless gasps could be heard. As for the Golden Crow Tribe members, their hearts filled with wild excitement.
The two words contained guilt as well as killing intent directed toward the Heavenly Pursuit Tribe. Even as his words continued to echo about, Meng Hao's eyes fell upon the bedraggled, listless Big Hairy.
Then he saw the trembling Wild Giant, and many other faces within the crowd that he recognized from the migration.
He saw Wu Chen. He saw the remnants of his neo-demon horde. He saw the members of the Church of the Golden Light. Many images shone brightly inside his mind. More than a hundred years of separation hadn't seemed like a long time to Meng Hao, but for the Golden Crow Tribe, it had been like an eternity.
