Fang Mo had already sensed the eyes watching from the sky when he killed those Barbarians. With his current Primordial Spirit strength and cultivation, even someone spying from a hundred li away couldn't escape his notice.
That was why he had said those things to Tao Shang and Xia Fanbai.
The Barbarians clearly knew how powerful Fang Mo and the others were. They hadn't attacked right away, instead gathering their forces. After Fang Mo and the others crossed a shallow river, the sound of hoofbeats finally reached them.
The hoofbeats boomed from far away like thunder.
Everyone looked over and saw clouds of dust rolling in the distance, like a sandstorm.
"How many of them are there?!"
Everyone's expression changed, their faces turning grave. Feeling the ground tremble beneath them and sensing the oncoming force, they couldn't help feeling uneasy. They'd thought the Barbarians wouldn't be too strong, but they hadn't expected so many.
Judging by the noise, there must be thousands upon thousands. No wonder so many Trial Takers who entered Red Rock Valley had fled. The Barbarians were formidable!
Tao Shang gritted his teeth.
"These Barbarians sure breed fast. They've recovered in just a hundred years. Last time I came in, I barely made it out alive!"
Xia Fanbai added, "Same here. I ran into two Xiantian Martial Artists last time and nearly died in there!"
"Fall back!"
Fang Mo rode ahead of everyone and sat upright on his horse, watching the dust clouds roll toward them.
The hoofbeats drew closer, and even the stones on the ground began to jump.
The horses grew restless. If the group hadn't been holding them back, they might have bolted. But the horse beneath Fang Mo remained perfectly still. Under the influence of his will, it almost seemed like the king