Boom boom boom!
Dark clouds drifted across the sky, dust roiled on the ground, continuously rolling forward.
"Is that the Landing Tribe?"
Chen Yu, floating in the air, saw a vast range of mountains in the distance.
The Landing Tribe lay enclosed within those mountains, with only one route leading inside through a gap that spanned about ten meters at the front.
"Charge!"
Chen Yu waved his hand, and his army advanced at full speed, soon arriving outside the valley.
At this moment, the entire Landing Tribe had activated its Clan Protection Array. The tribe members were neatly lined up in formation, ready to confront Chen Yu's arrival.
"Is that Chen Yu?"
The higher echelons of the Landing Tribe all watched the young man in black who floated in the sky.
He was someone who could be mentioned in the same breath as Meng Chixiong, a formidable figure.
"Is it this very youth who defeated Meng Chixiong?"
An old crone stared at Chen Yu with a cold expression.
