Could it be that the Barbarian Tribe decided to withdraw so quickly because of what I did to their poison camp yesterday? Chen Mo thought.
In fact, it was precisely because of his actions that he became the final straw that broke the Barbarian Tribe's back.
In three seconds, he had silently poisoned thousands of barbarians to death. Of the five Innate barbarian warriors who had been poisoned, two later died as well.
With such a terrifying and vicious method, coupled with the battlefield already having fallen into a dire disadvantage, the Barbarian Tribe no longer planned to wait for their reinforcements. They decided they might as well withdraw directly. After all, they had already taken what they came to seize.
Their losses, however, were truly not small.
When they thought of how easily thousands of their clansmen had been poisoned to death, if Chen Mo did it a few more times, perhaps not a single clansman below the Innate realm who had come with them would make it back. That would be far too great a loss.
For the Barbarian Tribe, whose population was already small and whose reproduction was difficult, if these hundred thousand able-bodied clansmen were completely wiped out, it would be enough to leave the entire nation battered and broken. Thus, no matter how unwilling they were, they could only retreat.
Chen Mo did not think much about it. The Barbarian Tribe had withdrawn—that was an indisputable fact. That was all he needed to know.
As for the reason, it was not important.
Well, if the Barbarian Tribe had not withdrawn, he truly had been considering poisoning them a few more times.
Unfortunately, they had left with great decisiveness.
Finding a quiet time deep into the night, Chen Mo silently returned to the camp. After bidding