"Mighty warrior!"
In the Barbarian Village, at the Central Altar, an elderly barbarian with white hair knelt to the ground with a thud, pleading in a trembling voice, "Please, please spare us!"
Behind him, hundreds of the old, weak, women, and children of the barbarians stood densely around the altar.
Surrounding the central altar, wooden houses and earthen dwellings had turned into ruins, with many of them engulfed in flames, sending thick black smoke billowing into the sky.
Scattered among the ruins were twisted corpses, and scarlet blood flowed freely on the ground.
It was a truly shocking sight!
Holding an Overlord Halberd, Zhang Yuan ignored the old man kneeling and kowtowing desperately. His gaze swept over the faces of the old, weak, women, and children, his eyes chillingly indifferent.
Everyone who met Zhang Yuan's gaze, regardless of age or gender, felt a chill down their spine and involuntarily knelt as well.
