Summoning Divine Art, the Great Battle Begins!
After inspecting the basic situation of the Flame Fist Tribe, Su Mo coughed and returned to the chieftain's tent first.
With the Heating Tower maintaining the temperature, the temperature inside the Flame Fist Tribe could reach ten degrees above zero, but the gusts of cold wind were still genuinely uncomfortable.
For the natives who had lived on this land for twelve years, they had long since grown used to this kind of weather.
But for the Earth players who had just arrived, its cruelty was no less than the disasters they had faced before.
After sitting on the bed, Su Mo opened the Object-Carrying Soul Plate and took out the Psionic Water stored inside, drinking two mouthfuls.
The itch in his throat immediately eased considerably, and the tightness in his chest gradually disappeared as the Psionic Water went down.
"I never expected that, after all this time, I'd still have a day when I needed Psionic Water to treat an illness."
After putting away the Psionic Water and sensing the subtle changes in his body, Su Mo let out a long breath.
He could now clearly feel that his opponent's moves were coming one after another.
If he only resolved one link, it might not help the overall situation at all. Instead, it could even cause unexpected negative consequences.
Take the Flame Fist Tribe's current shortage of supplies, for example.
If they relied solely on certain special methods to produce supplies without possessing the strength to protect them,
the Thunderbolt Tribe could invade again at any time and plunder the entire output.
Furthermore, if the Flame Fist Tribe set its short-term goal as uniting with the surrounding tribes to oppose the Thunderbolt Tribe,
then regardless of whether they succeeded, once the Thunderbolt Tribe