"Good!"
All the warriors cheered, then one by one boarded the boats, desperately rowing towards the opposite bank.
Groups of warriors crossed the river, rallying on the opposite bank with high fighting spirits.
Especially the warriors from the Planting Team, who were seething with anger over the Wild Boar Tribe's harvesting of their grain and vegetables.
After everyone had crossed the river, Jiang Xuan was just about to order a charge when suddenly thick vines began to rapidly grow in their direction, constantly shimmering with divine light.
Jiang Xuan and the warriors of the Vine Tribe paused for a moment, looking up at the vines.
"Drizzle..."
Soon, those vines gently swayed, showering down large patches of green divine liquid.
This divine liquid fell on the warriors of the Vine Tribe and was quickly absorbed.
Everyone felt as if their bodies had changed from before.
