The armor on Brother Mu Fan is clearly at least ten times stronger than Chongzhou's!
"I'm going to check the front."
After saying this, Mu Fan carried the curved light scythe blade and walked alone towards the vast eastern plains.
It seemed he planned to scout ahead all by himself.
If there were no enemies, that would be best; if there were, he would take care of them all.
Surprisingly, no one found it objectionable when he said this.
The spoils of war scattered everywhere.
All of them were freshly won by Brother Mu Fan.
If only I could have such an armor myself someday, that scene...
For a moment, everyone's breaths became heavy.
But just as they were envisioning themselves donning war armor and slaying opponents, a desolate horn sound suddenly came from afar.
"It's the retreat horn, not from our tribe."
"Then it must be..."
"The Red Stone Clan?!"
The chaotic voices in the crowd momentarily paused, and then erupted into a frenzy of shouting and howling.
