When they saw what was happening in the distance, everyone's faces changed. They could clearly see teeming masses of centaurs shuttling through the area.
"Damn it, how are we supposed to play now? There must be at least a hundred thousand centaurs in this place—this is deadly!" the Guardian Angel exclaimed.
The others also looked worried. This was like a small city, without walls but with unbroken arrays of tents stretching as far as the eye could see.
A huge building sat ensconced in the middle of this bustling place, forming the heart of the tribe. This did not look like a place tainted by the Evil God at all.
"So many centaurs... Even if there are those who aren't warriors, even if many aren't silver-haired, they could still drown us," Shadow Dance worriedly said.
Without him saying, everyone knew. They had killed over ten thousand centaurs earlier, but that was because they launched a concerted attack, and the number of centaurs they faced wasn't overwhelming.