Late at night, a thousand miles away from the campsite of Si Wen Ming’s army…
In a valley within some woods, tens of fierce-looking men with ragged clothes faced each other. The bodies of these men were covered in tattoos of wold beasts and dangerous poisonous bugs. Some of them had poisonous snakes coiled around their necks and waists, some had serpents or wild beasts under their feet, and some had blood-thirsty birds standing on their shoulders.
Surrounding the valley were countless strong and sturdy men. The beast-like power vibration had been releasing from their bodies, and their eyes sparkled with a turbid light of fierceness and wildness.
"What? You scums are here too?" In the valley, among a group of leaders, one started talking provocatively.
"Even a stupid thing like you can come, so why can’t we?" Immediately, someone responded harshly.