The entire tribe had gathered in the tribe's Central Square. The Gods of Battle stood at the front in separate ranks, with Jiang Feng among them.
The World Gods stood at the rear, each with their hands hanging at their sides, not daring to raise their heads.
The battle against the Rootless Cold Sparrow had cost the tribe more than thirty people.
Now, the tribe had fewer than eighty people left.
The gates stood wide open. From the square, they could see a troop of cavalry slowly approaching the tribe.
These riders were exceptionally well equipped. Black metal armor encased them from head to toe, while their helmets were sealed so tightly that not a single gap remained. Even their eyes were hidden.
Such armor seemed to carry an authority of its own, radiating an overwhelming pressure.
The beasts beneath the cavalrymen were towering divine beasts known as Earth Howlers. Their bodies were lean, their limbs powerful, and they could run at astonishing speed.
Even these Earth Howlers were clad in gleaming armor.
There were thirteen riders in all—seven in front and six behind—with a rather luxurious beast carriage in the middle.
The beast carriage was pulled by two Earth Howlers. It swayed from side to side over the uneven ground as it traveled amid the formation.
A banner flew from the beast carriage, and Jiang Feng could clearly see the character "Qiang" upon it.
Jiang Feng had long heard that the clan to which the tribe belonged was called the Qiang Clan. The character Qiang was the clan's surname.
Led by a cavalry captain, the party slowly entered the tribal camp.
Though the leading rider wore the same black armor as the others, the Earth Howler beneath him was clearly a size larger.
Moreover, Jiang Feng sensed an aura