Of course, it was still too early to speak of building merit and forging a legacy.
Mo Hua turned and surveyed the remnants of these Barbarian Tribe forces before shaking his head inwardly.
With the Great Wilderness in rebellion and the Royal Court conscripting troops, the elite Barbarian Cultivators of the Three Thousand Tribes had all been harvested like ripe leeks.
What had been left to him were all half-grown, poorly gifted "defectives."
Moreover, these two hundred Barbarian Cultivators came from different tribes. Their customs, beliefs, and clothing all differed; even their heights, builds, and physiques varied. They looked like a motley rabble.
Mo Hua had used force to intimidate them and forcibly gathered these Barbarian Cultivators under his banner. Their hearts were divided, and they essentially had no ability to fight in coordination.
As for weapons and armor, they were even cruder beyond measure.
The Barbarian Tribe Beast Pattern Array Techniques they used in battle were similarly low-grade and pitifully few. Added together, all the Array Patterns of every Barbarian Tribe array did not exceed the fingers on one of Mo Hua's hands.
There were only three to five Foundation Establishment cultivators in total, and all of them were at the early stage.
The rest were all Qi Refining cultivators.
From the perspective of a minor Great Wilderness tribe, this was actually not bad. But in Mo Hua's eyes, they were nothing but shrimp soldiers and crab generals.
Still, a venture had only just begun, so he could not afford to be so demanding.
There were many more matters to prepare.
Training troops, forging armor, inscribing arrays... he would take those matters one step at a time.
Mo Hua's next plan was to attack the Wulu Tribe and completely unify the Mountain Realm here.
The Three Thousand Mountains had