"Speaking of which, it’s all thanks to your people in Shamanic Bat Tribe, or else we wouldn’t have been able to sneak into Sky Mist Barrier." The man placed the battle axe by the side and brought out some medicinal salve before he smeared it on the wounds on his body. There were a lot of blood stains on his body.
"You’re indeed a merciless one to have sacrificed hundreds of your tribesmen for this one chance." The man smiled.
"If we don’t enter the land of the Berserkers, we will definitely die when the Catastrophe of the Eastern Wastelands arrives. To survive, this is nothing, especially compared to you pretending you died to escape."
The man with the bat tattoo on his face let out a cold snort.