Mu Fan's armor was obviously at least ten times stronger than Chong Zhou's!
"I'll go take a look ahead."
After saying that, Mu Fan carried the Warp Light Sickle Blade and headed alone toward the vast eastern grasslands.
It looked as though he intended to scout the situation ahead all by himself.
If there were no enemies, all the better. If there were, he would deal with them all at once.
Yet when he said this, no one thought it was inappropriate.
The ground was covered in spoils of war.
All of it had been won by Mu Fan.
If they could have a set like that someday, then that scene...
For a moment, everyone's breathing grew heavier.
But just as they imagined themselves donning armor and slaughtering enemies in every direction, a desolate horn suddenly sounded from afar.
"It's a retreat signal, not from our tribe."
"Then that means..."
"The Red Stone Tribe!?"
The chaotic voices of the crowd fell silent at first, then erupted into wild cheers and howls the next second.
"We actually won?"
Over this short hour, the White Armor Tribe's emotions had risen and fallen like a roller coaster. Now, upon hearing the final result, they were like passengers nearing the end of the ride, venting their excitement and joy without restraint.
On the distant battlefield, many White Armor Tribe warriors lay scattered across the ground.
Of course, they were not dead. They were simply exhausted beyond measure.
Because... the killing had felt far too good!
When they charged like meteors and saw the terror on the Red Stone Tribe warriors' faces, the thrill welling up from their hearts was simply beyond description.
Alva and Isaiah both braced their hands on their knees and gasped for breath. After exchanging a glance, they burst into