"I, the aged Zamu, along with all of the Wutu Tribe, am willing to obey the orders of the Shaman. Even if it leads to death, I shall not regret."
Mo Hua nodded in satisfaction.
He thought for a moment and then said, "Very well, prepare yourself, tomorrow we shall embark on the expedition."
Elder Zamu heard this and was bewildered.
Tomorrow... embark on an expedition?
...
After spending a day preparing, the next day, Elder Zamu gathered all existing combat power of the Wutu Tribe.
He was an Elder in the Foundation Establishment Early Stage.
Besides him, all were in the Qi Refinement stage.
Over twenty young barbarian cultivators with mediocre talent and insufficient cultivation levels.
These were all originally the "defective goods" of the tribe.
After all, if they had better talent and higher cultivation, they would have been harvested like leeks by the Royal Court of the Great Wilderness and sent to the frontlines as "cannon fodder," leaving none remaining.
