The one speaking was a fierce-looking man with a black face.
He was burly, with a thickset arm holding a stone axe almost as large as himself, wrapped in a faint aura of Truth Power.
Just standing there, he exuded an invisible air of dominance.
"Fusheng Wuya, don't you dare push us too far!"
The Clan Leader of the Puahu tribe confronted the black-faced man head-on, his expression so dark it could almost drip water. "This land belongs to my Puahu tribe. When did it become territory of your Fusheng tribe? You're recklessly expanding. Are you trying to provoke the Puahu tribe?"
"Hmph! What if I am provoking you?" Fusheng Wuya, the Clan Leader of the Fusheng tribe, snorted coldly. "Your Puahu tribe is under assault from a fierce beast tide, you can't even protect your own territory, and yet you dare to talk to me about land? Ridiculous! Look at the Puahu people behind you—battered and dirty, clearly on the run. With such strength, do you still want a war with my Fusheng tribe?"
