"These are barbarians?!"
Xia Ping narrowed his eyes and discovered that over a thousand barbarian warriors had appeared here. Among them was one at the early Golden Core Realm, several dozen at the True Fire Realm, and a great many barbarian warriors at the Divine Ability Realm.
He could sense that intricate, mysterious totems were engraved upon these barbarian warriors, dense with markings. These were not random drawings, but deliberately inscribed patterns containing unfathomable energy.
It was like the power of a heaven-and-earth formation, connecting with the power of heaven and earth.
It was said that countless barbarian tribes lived in the Southern Universe, and every tribe possessed its own totem. They could activate the power of their totems anytime, anywhere, and battle their enemies.
Because of the power of their totems, they feared neither death nor danger and were extraordinarily robust. They had no need for magic treasures, because they themselves had been tempered into magic treasures—their physical strength was so powerful it was hair-raising.
Back when cultivators of the Eastern Universe fought those of the Southern Universe, their unfamiliarity with them had allowed Southern Universe barbarian warriors to close in. After a flurry of blades and swords, they were instantly hacked to death.
Yet when ordinary magic treasures struck barbarian warriors, they were utterly unharmed.
This made the barbarian warriors even more arrogant. They believed that the people of the Eastern Universe were basically weaklings, unable to withstand a single blow.
"Outsider, who exactly are you? Why have you come to this planet?" A Barbarian Chieftain stepped forward. He was the Golden Core Realm cultivator, three meters tall and built entirely of muscle like an iron tower. Dense totems covered his body—his face, arms, thighs, chest, and more.
To barbarian warriors, the more totems one bore, the more