On the barren plains stood a tribe by the water, its city walls glistening with a cold metallic sheen.
The city was reinforced with molten iron to enhance its defenses.
Huo Chang drove the chariot, leading the Blood Sea Guard straight to the outside of the city walls.
The tribe ahead was named Smoke Water, situated within the range of Yang Mountain Ruins Market, otherwise Huo Chang wouldn't have come personally.
"Luo Jian, my dear elder brother, come out!"
Approaching the city walls, Luo Feng couldn't wait to shout loudly.
On the Smoke Water Tribe's city walls, clan soldiers were already standing watch, alertly gazing down.
This was a tribe with over a hundred thousand members, abundant in clan soldiers.
As Luo Feng spoke, someone rushed into the city to report to the Clan Leader.
Soon, several figures appeared on the city walls.
Luo Jian, with his guards, stepped onto the city walls, seeing Luo Feng.
"Luo Feng, it's indeed you!"
"You dare attack Xiaoyang!"
