The ghost-faced flower shrouding Zara's face hid her expression, but tears welled up in her eyes. The land before her was familiar to her. The West Mountain King Tribe had lived here for generations. This was her home.
She gazed blankly at the land, turning a deaf ear to the killing sounds around her. Without saying a single word, she pursed her lips tightly as her eyes turned misty. Eventually, she could not hold back her tears. Chen Mu sighed, not knowing how to console her.
Mose's troops attacked them like a tidal wave. It was almost as if they were doped. Nearby, Mose was surrounded by guards and gloating over his victory. From now onward, the House of a Hundred Depths would be his. He even defeated the Dark Tribe, so who else could stop him?
Nobody could believe that he stormed the territory of the Dark Tribe. Even to him, it felt surreal.
