"Kill them well! Hmph, these two traitorous scum, daring to strike against their own tribesmen at such a critical moment, truly deserve death. It's just a pity that, although Zilong had warned me earlier, I still wasn't able to stop them and nearly made a grave mistake."
Mu Lang looked at the corpses of Mu Xuan and his daughter broken to pieces on the ground, snorted coldly, and spoke with some self-reproach.
"Uncle Mu, it's not your fault. Sinister villains are always hard to guard against. Fortunately, they didn't succeed."
Zhao Letian said with an indifferent smile.
"True, but there's still a coalition of many tribes outside. What should we do next?"
Mu Lang nodded, then furrowed his brows again, looking out at the vast army of enemies.
"Leave the next part to me."
Zhao Letian said calmly and confidently, his gaze sharp as lightning, piercing through to the outside of the Array.
