"Follow me!"
The blood and energy on his body condensed, and a loud shout echoed.
Below, the Han Mountain Tribe, the Muyang Mountain Tribe, and other scattered tribes followed him, charging towards another direction.
It was not a big deal to lose the Golden Crow army.
Whether it was the Han Mountain Tribe or the Muyang Mountain Tribe, these tribal forces could only be swept away and ultimately dispersed in such a grand battle.
Since that was the case, it was better to lead his own tribe and leave.
After all, when he accepted the summons initially, the Zuo Yuan Tribe had rejected them.
Roars and collisions filled the chaotic power of heaven and earth.
Against the trend, the Han Mountain Tribe and the Muyang Mountain Tribe followed closely behind him.
More and more scattered tribes were gathering.
By the time he retreated a thousand miles, nearly 500,000 people from various tribes had once again gathered behind him.