Slaughtering the Barbarian Tribe

Fang Mo had already sensed the scrutiny from the sky when he killed those Barbarian Tribe members. Given the current strength and realm of his Primordial Spirit, even someone watching from a hundred li away could not escape his perception.

That was why he had spoken to Tao Shang and Xia Fanbai that way.

Clearly, the Barbarian Tribe also knew how formidable Fang Mo and the others were. Rather than attacking immediately, they had been gathering their forces. After Fang Mo and the others crossed a shallow river, the sound of hooves finally reached them.

The hoofbeats were thunderous, rolling in from afar like peals of thunder.

Everyone looked over and saw billowing dust in the distance, like a sandstorm.

"How many people are there?!"

Everyone's expressions changed, their faces turning grave. Feeling the tremors from the ground and the surging momentum sweeping toward them, they all felt their hearts pound. They had thought the Barbarian Tribe would not be too strong, but they had not expected so many of them.

Judging by the commotion, there had to be an army of thousands. No wonder so many Trial Takers who had entered Red Rock Valley earlier had fled out—the Barbarian Tribe was rather formidable!

Tao Shang gritted his teeth and said, "These Barbarian Tribe people are truly prolific. In just a hundred years, they've recovered again. The last time I came in, I nearly failed to escape!"

Xia Fanbai added, "Same here. Last time, I encountered two Xiantian Experts and nearly died inside!"

"Fall back!"

At that moment, Fang Mo urged his horse ahead of the group. Sitting upright in the saddle, he watched the billowing dust rolling closer.

The hoofbeats drew nearer and nearer, and even the pebbles on the ground began to jump.

The warhorses grew restless. If