Upper Huang Division.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Arrow fletchings broke through the air, piercing Huang Yunn, who, after being hit by arrows and killing more than ten of his clansmen, finally fell to the ground from a height.
Blood gushed from his mouth, his eyes regaining clarity.
"Iron... Iron Wood... Don't touch... Upper... Upper Lake..."
Huang Yunn wanted to say more, but his head tilted to the side, and he could speak no further.
Huang Yang's legs felt as if filled with molten iron, inching towards Huang Yunn.
"Clan Leader!"
Crying resonated among the clansmen.
Women and children sobbed softly, while the strong young men remained bewildered, not understanding why the tribe, seemingly on the verge of development, suddenly plunged into an abyss.
Clan Leader, Ancestral Temple Keeper, Elders, Mountain-Opening Realm Martial Artists were dead or injured in more than half of them...
What on earth happened.
"Fetch the beast oil!"
