If he listened closely, he could even hear the cries of some beast.
They must have ridden beasts here.
Xiao Meng was somewhat puzzled, and the primitives from the other tribes were equally confused.
As they headed in that direction, they saw a group of people clad in armor...
Armor?
Wait, wasn't this the Primitive Age?
Where had armor come from?
Every person in the approaching group wore armor and boots.
A dragon banner stood among their ranks.
The man at the head of the group was immensely burly, a sword hanging at his waist, his aura of slaughter impossible to conceal.
Riding an unknown beast, he was even more visually imposing than ancient cavalry on horseback.
No, where had iron come from in the Primitive Age?
Xiao Meng was completely dumbfounded.
Could it be that the world he had come to was not an age of primitive tribes?
But a feudal dynasty resembling ancient times?
As he pondered this.
This group gradually approached the edge of the tribe.
Within the tribe, the strong men had already taken up their spears, looking brimming with killing intent.
Yet compared side by side, the scene was rather strange, as though they did not belong to the same era at all.
Very strange.
However, it seemed these primitive tribesmen knew them.
The instant they met, some people even began trembling all over, unable to hold their spears steadily.
In truth, they had seen them before.
They naturally knew how formidable these people in strange clothes were, and how powerful the other side's tribe was.
Those weapons could slice through stone like mud.
Their stone spears simply could not contend against them.
In the past, they definitely would not have wished to face such powerful people. But now was different.
The visitors looked murderous.