Those who can nurture heavy armored barbarian soldiers are definitely no ordinary people.
The young man in the black cloak felt a slight sense of apprehension in his heart.
After contemplating for a moment, he sneered inwardly: "Fine, I'll spare you for now. When I expand my grand plans, unify the entire Vermilion Bird Mountain Realm, conquer all the major tribes, I'll come back to settle scores, and slowly play with you..."
Closing his eyes slightly to calm his mind, he then spoke coldly:
"Pass down the order, continue the march, cross Hengduan Mountain Range, and attack the various tribes within the Vermilion Bird Realm. Those who follow me will prosper, those who defy me will perish."
"Yes, Young Master!"
The orders were passed down, and the Witch Cultivators began to dance their war dances, invigorating the soldiers' killing spirit.
