Jiang Feng had died in battle!
Before the Black Mountain Tribe's walls, the army ceased its movements.
The final threat had been eliminated. The Black Mountain Tribe that remained was like a lamb awaiting slaughter.
No, it should have been like meat laid out on a chopping block!
Fergus let out a long breath as he looked over the field strewn with corpses.
He admitted that he had underestimated this battle!
Of the three-thousand-man force, five hundred had been lost last night. After today's frontal assault, more than a thousand had fallen by estimate.
He had never expected that attacking such a tiny tribe would cost him over half his force!
Still, they had taken it in the end.
And they had captured sixteen formidable elites, as well as a divine beast at the fifth level of the Divine Power Realm.
As for Jiang Feng, Fergus found it somewhat regrettable that he had died just like that.
After all, he was an expert who had mastered the minute application of divine power, and he had done so with the cultivation of merely the fourth level of the Divine Power Realm.
Had he not died, his future accomplishments might have been limitless!
Perhaps he might even have broken through the Divine Power Realm and entered the True God Realm.
Of course, the clan would never have allowed him to live.
Because he had already enraged the clan!
Seeing no response from atop the walls, Fergus spoke again:
"I shall give you half an incense stick's time to surrender!"
"Otherwise, the army will surely breach the city and slaughter every last one of you!"
His voice spread across the wasteland, as though proclaiming his victory.
Inside and outside the city, everyone of the Black Mountain Tribe wept over Jiang Feng's fall.
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