The strength of these human cultivators is formidable, evidently, they came prepared.
In this small tribe, except for that big guy who is somewhat strong, the others don't possess much strength, and there are quite a few elderly, women, and children.
At this moment, many members of the Witch Clan are injured, with several of the elderly, women, and children severely wounded, and those human cultivators show no intention of holding back.
"Stop!"
Qin Hao's voice rang out loudly, echoing throughout the battlefield.
Sure enough, those people stopped, and the Yu Ming Tribe quickly distanced themselves from the human cultivators. The big guy was covered in blood, with fresh blood gushing from his wounds like water from a faucet.
He also saw Qin Hao and his group, with a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.
There were about three hundred of those human cultivators. They looked at Qin Hao's group, then shifted their gaze to Qin Hao's carriage, eyes narrowing slightly.
