A series of words fell, and everyone nodded, finally following with steps.
With such a scene caught in his eyes, Chen Feng, who was just behind them in mid-air, narrowed his eyes.
"That's a bit too coincidental..."
He hadn't expected to run into this group of ordinary people.
Besides that.
Standing on the shoulders of the Holy Shield Giant, looking out, there was endless green field and swamp as far as the eye could see.
He did not know the location of other tribes, and this journey south was all about blind luck.
The world seemed sparsely populated; he had hardly encountered other Snake-man Tribes along the way.
Suddenly, hearing the conversation of the escaping group, he had some thoughts.
"Black Blade Tribe..."
It was also one of the Eight Great Clans and was not weaker than the Fire Rong Tribe.
Therefore...
His gaze shifted slightly, and Chen Feng had some ideas.
