As his voice fell, the expressions of the three people restricted by the spiritual pressure changed.
Wind Language Tribe.
A tribe guarded by a Sacrificial Spirit.
Qin Jin's expression became slightly solemn.
The Three-headed Exotic Python emerged from the depths of the Great Wilderness, wreaking havoc in all directions. The former Sacrificial Fire Tribe, along with many surrounding tribes, were all destroyed in that chaos, leaving a large vacuum area around the newly established Sacrificial Fire Tribe, allowing it to develop freely.
And now...
As he continued to go deeper, he finally saw the first tribe that still existed normally.
A thought flashed through his mind as Qin Jin spoke in a low voice, "Take me to your tribe."
Before him.
The man who heard this showed a struggle in his expression, but eventually nodded.
He looked at his three tribesmen, his voice very low, "What about them…"
