The sun stood at its zenith, its light scorching.
The tribal warriors who had trekked for two days were all excited.
The Ninth Generation Fuxi could barely contain his excitement as he called out.
"Brothers and sisters, once we replenish our food and water here, we'll attack those damned giants!"
"Wulululu!"
"Hey! Hey!"
"Wawawawale!"
Amid the sounds of drinking and chewing, everyone began preparing for the coming battle.
Meanwhile, in the distance.
The Kuafu Giant Race had also discovered the Fuxi Tribe Alliance that had crept up on them.
Within their encampment, large numbers of giants rose, beating their chests and shouting challenges toward the Fuxi Tribe.
"Aaaaalele!"
A giant taller and more imposing than all the others stood at the very front. He picked up a roasted leg still dripping with blood from a cooking rack and tore off a mouthful of flesh!
They, too, began eating and drinking, preparing for battle.
That was right-battles in the Ancient Tribal Era were just that casual! Jiang Yang had complained about it before, but as one of the tribe's mortals, he had ultimately become part of it.
An hour later.
Having eaten and drunk their fill, both sides rose at the same time and ran onto the vast plain to face one another.
Yellow sand stretched endlessly, and yellow grass rippled far and wide.
On one side were a full two thousand human warriors.
On the other were several hundred Kuafu giants, along with some ancient human tribes that also practiced cannibalism, numbering over a thousand altogether.
The two sides faced off several hundred meters apart, hurling insults at one another. Under the influence of the First Generation Fuxi, the insults of this era involved little beyond ancestors, clansmen, and various stupid animals.
And so, a multitude of ancestors and animals