Within the Black Mountain Tribe, even under the cloak of night, laughter and cheers rang out.
In the council hall, seventeen people and one giant beast laughed heartily.
"That was incredible!" Even Elder Hou, usually a man of few words, was now enthusiastically recounting his feelings.
In tonight's raid, aside from Jiang Feng and Iron Army Mountain, he had probably killed the most people.
Every time he swung his blade, one to three people became souls beneath it.
He simply loved this great saber to death.
"Ever since ascending to the Divine Realm, I haven't had a battle like this."
Nor had anyone else present, most likely.
Even someone as cold and ruthless as Tuoba Shanhe wore an excited smile.
Ghost Crone was considerably calmer, though she could not hide the smile on her face. "If those ungrateful wretches hadn't left, then with the chieftain's weapons and their strength, we might truly have been able to face the clan army head-on!"
As she spoke, Ghost Crone's expression darkened. She knew full well that although tonight's battle had been a resounding victory, it did not mean the Black Mountain Tribe now possessed the strength to contend against the clan army. "Everyone, allow me to say something that may spoil the mood."
"Tonight's battle surely let everyone see the enemy's civilized methods."
"Those net-launchers pose an enormous threat to us."
"Once they launch an organized assault, the first thing greeting us may well be their nets, before we can even get close."
Ghost Crone's words were very much to the point, and this was precisely what Jiang Feng had been worrying about.
He was not afraid of the nets, but that did not mean the others were not.
Perhaps if two or three nets fell at once, everyone could use the weapons