To him, those who are about to engage in fierce battles for the tribe's advancement are nothing more than ants. They are not much better off than ants.
Thus, his gaze is indifferent, as cold as ice, for towards these people before him, he needs no warmth. Yet at this moment, his eyebrow twitched slightly, not in a frown, just an involuntary flicker of his gaze.
Because right at that moment, he sensed a different aura. This aura appeared with no origin, yet left his mind unsettled. It was as if, in that instant, a subtle anomaly occurred within the celestial path.
However, this feeling was too fleeting, not even lasting half a breath, making him suspect it was just an illusion. But at his level of cultivation, how could an illusion arise so easily?
He furrowed his brows, his words stopping mid-sentence. His silence imposed a sense of oppression and suffocation upon tens of thousands of tribesmen beneath Cloud Peak, all participating in the advancement battle.
