Everyone was shocked to learn that members of the Strength God Clan still survived—and that they were in this very region.
The Strength God Clan had once been a mighty clan, far surpassing the Feather Soul Tribe.
According to their historical records, every member of that clan had possessed boundless strength. They could tear mountains apart with their bare hands and split the earth with a stamp of their feet.
The Strength God Clan had nearly wiped out the Feather Soul Tribe.
Even now, the tribe's elders were reluctant to speak of those dark years, which still haunted them like a nightmare.
It was because of the Strength God Clan's threat that the ancestors of the Feather Soul Tribe had devoted themselves to studying and mastering Divine Arts.
They had sought to counter that nearly invincible physical strength with skill and Soul Power.
Though the Strength God Clan had fallen, the Feather Soul Tribe's histories still recorded the cruelty of those years. Every new generation studied them as a warning.
The leader of the Feather Soul Tribe swept his gaze over the vast wilderness below and said in a low voice:
"Back then, the Strength God Clan offended the Zhum Tribe and was almost wiped out. A small number of its people managed to escape."
"They fled to this wilderness and hid their identities."
He paused, a trace of contempt creeping into his voice. "But they had no brains, only brute strength. They never rose again. Instead, they split into different tribes and villages scattered across this land."
"They probably don't even know how powerful their ancestors were. Offer them a few benefits, gather these brutes together, and have them lead the charge against the Blazing Sun Tribe for us. They're perfect for it."
Delight spread across the generals' faces.