Di Chun silently made a determined resolution in his heart.
Only after becoming the Tribe Chief did Di Chun realize just how much energy it takes to maintain the existence of a tribe or even to make it grow!
The resources provided by the Ghost Fighting Tribe were indeed abundant, but they were almost used up in ten years.
The foundation of these ten thousand slaves is not bad, but compared to true Tribal Warriors, there is still a large gap. His own strength is very strong, but it is impossible to hunt for them every day to support them!
If that's the case, what is the point of being this Clan Leader!
Soon, Di Chun and his companions arrived beneath the high walls of the Star Moon Tribe.
The black boulders stacked together seamlessly, the city wall showing an extremely majestic and heavy sense.
"It's actually all White Iron Stone!"
Di Chun's brows slightly furrowed. City walls aren't rare, but small tribes generally don't have the ability to build them.
