——What in the world is happening? To the Human Clan's slave tribe, they fight when they want, kill when they want, consume when they wish, yet now a human dares to stand before them, wanting to use their tribal leader's blood to refine a secret medicine.
——How can someone in this world be so powerful, able to suppress them single-handedly, leaving their leader at his mercy? This is practically the power of the Gods!
In the camp of the Gray Blood Tribe, there were still numerous humans.
They were slaves selected by the Giant Spirits, scattered in the corners of the camp, serving the daily needs of the Gray Blood Giant Spirits.
At this moment, those who were close by had complex expressions in their eyes, looking up at the sky, at the young human who looked down with his hand on his sword, his face indifferent, but whose presence was unmatched.
