"Woosh, woosh..."
In the high sky, the cold wind howled.
Jiang Xuan sat on the back of the Purple Eagle, surrounded by the sound of the wind, with the Crocodile Tribe getting farther away behind him and that silly girl on some stilted building.
A slightly disappointed look appeared on his face because the Crocodile Tribe did not agree to launch a full attack with the Vine Tribe against the Black Snake Tribe, only agreeing to send some warriors to aid in battle.
However, this was expected, as the Crocodile Tribe had a large establishment, and the risk of a full attack was too high. Furthermore, the Black Snake Tribe was relatively far from them, with no immediate interest conflicts.
If it weren't for the past grudges with the Black Snake Tribe and their extensive transactions with the Vine Tribe, they probably wouldn't even send any aid.
Jiang Xuan muttered to himself, "Indeed, no matter when, true strength lies within oneself. You can't rely on others."
