Samba, the First Warrior of the Aika Tribe, has arrived!
The voice was like the low roar of a Beast King. It was as if everyone could feel a towering figure emerging from the Mist Forest, and the moment he came into view, the oppressive presence would reach its zenith.
At once, all eyes turned to the entrance.
They saw a man nearly two meters tall, with a birthmark like splattered blood by his left eye. He wore a grand brocade robe and strode forward, hands clasped behind his back. The attendants flanking him were all tall and imposing, and together, they projected an overwhelming aura, like a troop of cavalry charging toward the crowd.
Behind them,
Chu Lingguang and Guo Wei both saw familiar figures.
Mahmoud, Iscoha, and Jier Khan were among them.
Even Feng Junyi had come with them.
The members of the mission had arrived.
The Great Yuan Assembly was responsible for their reception.
