Hundreds of Xiaoyang lay prostrate on the ground, rushing toward the clan territory like crawling apes, subconsciously ignoring the absence of martial artists patrolling outside the territory.
"Rumble!"
"Ah!"
Cries of terror rang out in the tribe, as figures fled in panic toward the depths of the settlement.
Seeing such a scene, the invading Xiaoyang martial artists grew even more excited.
"Hahaha..."
"Hahaha!"
Laughter resounded throughout the tribe.
Especially the leader Muo Bai, who charged directly at one of the brawny figures.
He was still curious why the martial artists of this tribe weren't rushing to protect the women and children.
But then he sensed something was off.
Why the hell were these people dropping hammers as they ran?
"Swish! Swish!"
Before Muo Bai could figure it out, the sound of arrows tearing through the air erupted, as sharp arrows shot toward the group of Xiaoyang.
As the leader, Muo Bai received special attention.
