Elsewhere, inside a massive tree hollow, Hang Dali gently set everything in his hands on the ground, his eyes burning as he looked at the enormous figure before him.
The figure was like a mountain. Draped in a beast-hide robe, his arms were thicker than Hang Dali's thighs, and an incomparable pressure radiated from his entire body.
Even standing before him, Hang Dali was half a head shorter.
"Dali, I heard you failed this time?"
A commanding voice rang out. The figure slowly turned around, revealing a face covered in stubble, eyes brimming with authority, and a knife scar on his face so deep that bone could be seen beneath it.
Hang Dali looked at the man before him with undisguised admiration.
This was the strongest man of their Eastern Rising Tribe, a legendary powerhouse.
"Chief, we failed this time, but I brought back more useful intelligence."
After speaking, Hang Dali handed the spear in his hand to the chief before him.
The chief took Hang Dali's spear with a puzzled expression.
Hang Dali was his most prized disciple. By all rights, he should not have failed—but what exactly was this thing in Hang Dali's hand?
Looking at the exquisitely crafted spear in his hand, the chief exerted a little force, yet the spear remained utterly unmoved.
"Hmm?"
The chief's gaze sharpened. His strength was among the very best; with both arms, he could exert a full million fa of force. Yet a million fa of strength could not even shake such a small spear?
One fa was equivalent to over a hundred tons.
"This is a fine item. Where did it come from?"
The chief raised an eyebrow at Hang Dali. This item truly was excellent, but it was too light and did not suit him.
Still, such a