"Which Shaman Barbarian tribe are these people from? No, their armor is uniform, their weapons are fine, and they're even marching in battle formation. They can't be Shaman Barbarians... Could they be..."
A thought struck Tang Changsheng, and his heart skipped a beat. Surely they weren't Pan Tribe troops? But how had Pan Tribe troops fought their way into the Primordial Ancestor's Land?
He was about to look more closely when an old man in a flowered hat among the suspected Pan Tribe troops seemed to spot him. The old man's gaze swept toward him like a flash of cold lightning.
Tang Changsheng was slightly taken aback. He wasn't observing them openly; he had used the Myriad Forms Mirror to conceal himself. Its effect was virtually indistinguishable from invisibility.
Yet somehow, the old man in the flowered hat had discovered Tang Changsheng. His gaze was razor-sharp.
The next moment, without any visible movement from the old man, Tang Changsheng's vision blurred. A gaping maw filled with rows of white teeth appeared before him. He could even smell its pungent, bloody stench and see the flesh clinging to its fangs.
Just as the maw seemed about to swallow him in an instant, Tang Changsheng smiled. I'm always the one using this trick on other people. I never thought someone would use it on me today... Break!
A brilliant blade of light descended as though from beyond the heavens and struck the gaping maw.
Pfft...
Everything before him vanished. Tang Changsheng involuntarily took a step back, a flicker of alarm running through him.
The old man in the flowered hat fared no better. His head snapped back, and he nearly toppled to the ground.
Someone quickly caught the old man. He barked a couple of orders, and four or five Pan Tribe